My name is May Denison. I’m Skye’s mother. That girl couldn’t wait to get out of Scumble River. She left as soon as she graduated high school—don’t get me started on the awful things she said about her hometown in her Valedictorian speech. I couldn’t hold my head up for months. Then, instead of coming home after college she ups and joins the Peace Corps. Who in their right mind would want to go live in a hut with people who don’t speak English? Next, she decides to become a school psychologist. But does she go to school in Illinois? No. She flits off to Louisiana.
I was so happy when she finally moved back home a few years ago. I mean I wasn’t exactly happy that she’d been fired from her first job as a school psychologist, or that her fiancé had jilted her or that she was broke, but, hey, if that’s what it takes to get her home...
Except, would you believe she refused to live with her dad and me? In my time single women lived with their parents until their wedding day—and sometimes even after that.
Speaking of weddings, we just had a doozey of a one here a few months back. One of Jed’s relatives from California decided to have her platinum wedding right here in Scumble River. It was too bad what happened to the wedding planner, but at least she was just an out-of-towner, and Skye did a great job putting on the shindig after that woman was murdered. (Don’t tell Skye I said that. I don’t want her to get a swelled head.)
Anyway Riley’s wedding started something, and I suspect there might be a couple more around here pretty soon. I just hope the right people marry each other.