Looking back now, what probably saved her, and us, was that my mom is preternaturally calm. Even in moments of panic. The night before my wedding, just as we had done countless nights before, Barbara had slept next to me in my bed. I stretched and turned to nudge her as my mom burst into the room: “Girls…wake up! Today is the day! Out of bed! Time for breakfast,” she said. Then, without any drop in enthusiasm, she added, “There was a slight hiccup, but all is well. We have taken care of it!” “What hiccup?” I asked, waking up fully. “Oh, well, a little tornado came right through the ranch
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