Rose tilted her head to the side slightly. That sounded awfully responsible. Nothing like the Joe she had known once. But there were many years in between, as well as a loss of childhood. Rose for her part had learned to be more responsible and she supposed the same applied to her old friend.

"Oh aye. I can't wait," Rose said. There were good sides to having many relatives as well. It had been easy to arrange things. There were many weddings in her community and everyone knew how to do things. Provided that the weather looked good, her relatives would spread sand across the Cragg, the long alley running parallel to the harbour, where many fisherfolk lived. People would bring their tables and chairs out, so they'd have one long table across the alley, and everyone would bring something to eat, and some would bring a fiddle or flute or other instrument. What Rose was most concerned about was just having the knot tied. There was a part of her that was terrified of another Abigail disaster and of Andrew would breaking off the engagement. "You must come actually. It'll be in the Primitive Methodist Chapel just across the river. Or ye can just come for the celebration afterwards. We'll be in t' Cragg!"