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“We didn’t have a real wedding,” William explained to Ben. “We had a Commissioner of Oaths instead of a pastor; we have a marriage certificate, but no photos. It is a shame and it is entirely my fault. Eventually, though, we will have a real wedding and, when we do, you will be invited!” Ben smiled. "I will be there," He promised. When Ben turned around, he gave Vivian an angry look. He blamed Vivian for not telling him that they would be visiting them. “If I had known,” he said, “I could have had the maid tidy up.” “Never mind that,” William said seriously. "Mr. Miller, Lucy heard that Vivian recently survived a suicide attempt, so she has brought something for her." Lucy put a box of nuts on the coffee table. "Mr. Miller,” she said, “I heard that these nuts are good for battling de