She always thought she would make an excellent old maid. She loved cats, enjoyed her own company and read incessantly, a solitary activity, if ever there was one. She never planned her wedding, never walked down the aisle of her bedroom with a pillowcase on her head, never pictured her future husband's face, never tried to catch the bouquet and certainly never put wedding cake under her pillow. She wanted a husband about as much as she wanted ants in her bed. But the wedding was huge, the bride was blissful, the groom was proud, and the baby was early.