Later that night, curled up in bed with Ginny after love, half asleep and her mind wandering, Rebecca said, “My cousin is getting married soon, I think…”  “You think?” Ginny asked, not far from sleep herself.  “I just dreamed it,” the sleepy blonde explained. “I’ll call her tomorrow… Gotta’ give her our new number anyway…”  The following day would prove Rebecca’s premonition correct