My newly-married daughter Meg has arrived for a visit with her husband Seth. I’ve waited a long time (not that I pressured her or anything) for Meg to find the right partner, and she chose well.
I only wish the circumstances of their visit could be better. Meg’s father Philip and I attended their lovely small wedding in Granford, which was marred only by a minor fender-bender in the parking lot of the hotel where we were staying. After we’d sorted that out, we left for our home in New Jersey. Then Meg and Seth told us they’d finally gotten around to planning a honeymoon, one which would take them to Monticello in Virginia, and of course I invited them to stop and visit us in New Jersey on either leg of their trip.
They were planning to spend a night or two with us on their way back to Massachusetts (both of them have professions which provide free time during the winter season, so they could be flexible in their planning), but then things got a bit complicated. You see, when we arrived home we discovered the body of our long-term handyman in our back yard.
I told Meg that she might prefer not to visit at such a difficult time, but she insisted. You might know that she and Seth have somehow become entangled in solving more than one crime in Granford (surprising how much crime there seems to be in such a small town!), and naturally Meg wanted to help. Seth was a darling to agree to accompany her, and I’ll confess I was grateful for their support (and Philip was too, although he sometimes finds it difficult to express his gratitude).
The solution to the crime proved to be a surprise to all of us, but Meg’s clear-eyed observations were important to resolving matters. She even managed to win over the local police chief, something Philip had been attempting to do for quite some time.
It was a bit of a rocky start for their marriage, but I have every faith that they will weather whatever storms life throws at them—together.