Once upon a time I shared an apartment with two other working women. One of them had, in her recent past, woken up to the wedding day in the story, and handled it as described in the story A Small House on Pilings. And then she changed her name and moved to California where we shared an apartment, and explained to us why she had changed her name. It was an unforgettable tale and although I have changed names and locations and a few details, most of what happened was exactly as she described it. I am sure you can figure out the reason for her name change. Yeah. He was not amused.