Everyone in Wakefield liked Aunt Mary's son, Randy. Today, as he went around doing his errands, stopping in at the hardware store, the feed store and so on, Randy's pleasant laugh and cheerful voice could be heard. Hearing it, people would smile and shake their heads affectionately. "How like his father he is..." thought the older residents. "Too bad Randolph didn't live to see what a fine man his son would turn out to be." Several young women glanced his way as they heard his banter. But there was one woman in particular whose heart would beat a little faster when Randy was around...