Picture it. A cool day in the desert, a fresh and sunny morning in the hills outside Tucson. Behind you a chapel, the color of a dove, seems to belong to a time hundreds of years passed. You're surrounded by a crowd, but all is quiet. Everyone is waiting. The bride is late. Finally it happens. A modern white carriage appears at the chapel's entrance, some distance away. Slowly it cruises forward and coasts to a stop before the priest and the groom. The priest looks ready. The groom does not. Father Paul has done this before. Armando has not. The chauffer, a dapper-looking gentleman who happens to be the bride’s brother Joe, opens his door and shimmers gracefully to the other side. A sigh ripples through the crowd as as he opens the door for his sister Miriam. Miriam's smile now meets Mando's, blessing all who see it with their simple joy, the happy contentment of a dear and loving friendship.