Their affection grows, as do they, the youngsters often sneaking tender kisses.
Parents protest against the burgeoning love affair… outlawed kisses cease.
Standing at the altar Joanna is a vision in billowing white.
“Do you take this man…,” the priest intones.
Barney beams with joy; Joanna’s tears brim.
Chief bridesmaid, Dianne, tries to suppress her sobs, burying her face in the freesia posy.
“No.” The congregation gasps at her response.
Turning Joanna takes Dianne into her arms, kisses her hungrily on the lips.
“I take this woman.”