Epilogue
Liz and Fisher’s wedding was a real-life version of a line from an old Johnny Cash song called, “Jackson .”
“They got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout .”
The fire in Fisher’s woman had not surprised him. He’d always known she would ignite his life.
As for Elizabeth May Collins becoming Elizabeth Means, she took it as a sign from God that there were such things as second chances.
Things getting better the second time around.
Everything getting better with age, just like her mama and daddy’s marriage.
Like the look she saw in Fisher’s eyes when she caught him watching her. That quiet, enduring, forever promise he’d made to her at the altar.
There was no more mad left in his Mississippi girl.
It had been loved right out of her.