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So if there is nothing to gain no political influence, strategic advantage or division of property, then why do humans marry? Cryer was peering at Ayla in the mirror, her eyes wide and curious, her body unnaturally still. She'd done this a few times. Ayla had noticed so focused on one particular thing that she apparently forgot to play up the tiny movements that made her look more human breathing, blinking, shifting, fiddling with something, facial expressions. Sometimes instead she would just stand there tall and frozen. A creature carved from stone. I don't know if I'm the person to ask about that said Ayla, but you are my hand maiden said Cryer with a slight air of triumph and you are supposed to attend to my needs. What I need is an answer. Aya kept her eyes firmly on the laces beneath her hands, refused to meet Crier's gaze in the mirror. It was getting darker outside the windows, the sky purple with dusk. They didn't have much time before Cryer was supposed to make her entrance at the party. And Aya itched for the brief freedom she knew tonight would bring. Supposedly we marry for love. Said Ayla at last, the word was a bitter seed on her tongue. She'd never been in love before. Not like that, but she'd felt love for her family. Cryer frowned. That seems ill advised. Agreed. Car's voice was softer now, barely audible. That seems like it could end in a great deal of suffering. What would you know about suffering? I can't believe how big these flowers are getting. Rachel observed excitedly. It always reminds me of a swan ruffling its wings about to take flight. Astrid remarked or maybe about to go into attack mode. Nick added swans can get really aggressive. My swans were never aggressive. Great Aunt Rosemary said as she walked up over hearing Nick's comment. Don't you remember feeding the swans in my pond when you were a little boy? I remember being rather afraid of them. Actually, Nick replied, I would break off little bits of bread, throw them in the water and then run for cover. Nicky was a little wimp Astrid teased. Was he Rachel asked in surprise? Well, he was so tiny for the longest time, everyone was afraid he would never grow. I was so much taller than him and then he suddenly shot up. Astrid said, hey, Astrid, stop discussing my secret shame. Nick said with a mark frown. Nicky, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. After all. You've grown up to be quite the strapping specimen as I'm sure Rachel would agree. Great Aunt Rosemary said, Saucily the women all laughed as the flowers continued to transform before her eyes, Rachel sat sipping, lay tea from a red porcelain cup entranced by everything around her. One of the enduring mysteries of Haley's comet is that nobody knows how to spell its name as the comet is named for an astronomer who spelled his own surname variously as Haley. Haley and Holly. We think language moves around a lot these days with the emergence of emojis and the shifting meaning of words like literally, but at least we know how to spell our own names. I'm going to call it Haley's comet with apologies to the Hollies and the Haley among us, it's the only periodic comet that can regularly be seen from earth by the naked eye. Haley's comet takes between 74 and 79 years to complete its highly elliptical orbit around the sun. And so once in a good human lifetime, Haley brightens the night sky for several weeks or twice in a human lifetime if you schedule things. Well, the American writer Mark Twain, for instance, was born as the comet blazed above the Missouri sky. 74 years later, he wrote, I came in with Haley's comet in 18 35. It is coming again next year and I expect to go out with it and he did dying in 1910. As Haley reappeared, Twain had a **** of a gift for narrative structure, especially when it came to memoir 76 years later, the comet returned in the late winter of 1986 I was eight. This apparition of the comet was to quote Wikipedia, the least favorable on record with the comet much farther from the earth than usual. The comet's distance combined with the tremendous growth of artificial light meant that in many places, Haley was invisible to the naked eye. I was living in Orlando, Florida, a town that throws a lot of light up at the night sky. But on Halle's brightest weekend, my dad and I drove up to the Ocala National Forest where our family owned a little cabin at the tail end of what I still considered to be one of the best days of my life. I saw the comet through my dad's birding binoculars. Mom is going to freak when she finds out. Also. You should totally lay off the makeup countesses or at least leave it to people who have been outside of a library and know what looks good unlike humans. Uh about mom. I said trying to get my sister's attention away from her phone where she was. I can only assume emailing or texting or tweeting someone about my slight overuse of the lip liner. I would rather not tell them mom and dad. I mean, oh, really? Lydia got this look on her face. One. I know all too well, what's in it for me, Lydia? We have to get going if you want me to drop you off at school before I go to work. Oh, hi, Charlotte. It's so good to see you. And now my older sister, Jane entered really my tiny bedroom was too small for this many people. Hi, Jane. Charlotte replied. How's it going? Good. Jane smiled brightly. I love Mondays, don't you? You get to see everyone back at the office and share what you did that weekend. How was your weekend? Well, Charlotte said I was here helping Lizzie. There is not a kinder, more solicitous soul than my sister, Jane. She knows very well what Charlotte was doing this weekend. She spent most of it in this very room, but Jane was still going to be polite and genuinely interested in what Charlotte would say. I figure her extreme niceness evolved naturally over the past 26 years as a defense mechanism for her beauty. You may want to hate Jane because she's so pretty. But it's really hard when she's baked you cookies and made you tea.