I am getting married but don’t want to be married.  The other women in my family are eager to help me escape the marriage.  An older woman, our neighbor, suggests a place where I can hide, a marrow alley with little shelter.  It will be cold out there as it is winter but even this is better than begin married.  The women will say that I took fever, became so ill that I died, before arriving at the house.  Everything is arranged except the men in the family return early and announce they will not be leaving until it is time to take me to my wedding.  Of course, now the men know I did not die on the journey.  However, I have another plan and, when the men have fallen asleep, I tell the older woman what I have planned.  I will go to the alley and hide while she tells the other women that I went out for a walk. I’ve written a note to say as much and when the men wake up they will assume that I have been raped and murdered or sold into slavery.  Careless of my own safety, they will make no effort to find me, while I hide in the alleyway until the old woman tells me it is safe for me to go.