An underfoot best friend to a decaying old man. Mary Anne jumped from the proverbial frying pan straight into the fire.She ran from her bobble-brained sister Bobby Sue, the coal dust of Scranton, and her lifelong, underfoot, shadow Ravlen. Heading to Idaho to marry a man she did not know; she saw nothing but happiness in her future.However, as she held the crepey withered hand of her betrothed, the underfed Ravlen, with his freckled face, red hair,...