I half expected you to alight the church and forbid the vows on
my wedding day. I wore a pink satin sash. But you didn't come. I
couldn't have you.   The sash had come from her old nightgown,
the one she had worn when she last saw Peter. She though,
perhaps, if she wore it now, he would come for her. Save her
from marriage and being a grown up. Save her, and love her and
keep her. It wasn't too late; she was only seventeen. She could
still remember how to fly – so could her brothers. Yes, if only
Peter would come for them all now, they could go back to living
in the tree house the Lost Boys built for her so long ago. Her
wedding was only a few weeks away, so why wasn't he here?
Wendy watched the streets of London go by her in a daze. Today
was her wedding day, and her father was determined to send her
off in style. Wendy didn't like automobiles as much as she liked
carriages, but it didn't much matter, anyway. She had spent all
of last night at the window waiting for Peter. When her mother
came to wrap a bl