Molly O'Malley does. As a seer she questions why, knowing the things she does, she married a man like Patrick O'Malley, a spanker who will only put up with so much nonsense before he turns her over his knee. Patrick is a large man compared to the ethereal Molly and he loves her with every fiber of his being, but she's been working to hard, taking on to much and now she's heading over to his mother's to try and help his sister, Bridget, who is having man problems of her own. Patrick warns Molly that she better not be there more than a hour. He wants her to go home and rest, and she can expect to sleep on her tummy if she doesn't mind his words. Ah, a man after my own heart, sigh.
Why did she have to marry a man like Patrick? She’d seen him coming of course, but he was not what she had planned for herself. In the beginning, avoiding him had been easy; there were hundreds of students on campus. But as time went on, she found herself seeking him out, if only to gauge her strength. Finally in a moment of confusion, she’d been caught off guard. A girlfriend introduced them, and he took her hand before she could retreat. It was instant and permanent. Two intricate pieces of a puzzle clicking firmly into place as she read his heart and soul. She was lost, a small magnetic fragment attaching to a much larger and more powerful source, never to be separated.
Smiling, she recalled the shock on his face. He held her hand as though she were his only lifeline on a raging sea. Lightning surged between them, and when he finally released her, he shook his hand as if suffering from an electrical shock. Patrick retreated instantly, escaping the party as quickly as humanly possible, but she wasn’t worried. She’d seen everything. He would be back. He would always be back, in this life and the next and the next.