days,” Rachel said. “Why are we doing this at the municipal courthouse instead of the church?”
“We wanted something quiet,” I said, pausing between my words to watch a dust mote drift toward the sideboard. “Michael does not want a crowd.”
“Michael does not want anyone asking where his first wife’s savings went,” Rachel said, her voice continue reading …
against the frame.
The navy dress cost eighty-five dollars at the department store in the mall. It had small pearl buttons down the front that did not match the weight of the dark wool fabric.
At ten o’clock on Friday morning, the courthouse hallway smelled of floor wax and old wool. Michael stood beside me, his hands tucked deep into his pockets, his continue reading …
chin resting against his collar as if he were waiting for a bus.
The clerk, a woman with gray hair held back by a plastic clip, slid the marriage certificate across the counter.
My hand shook so hard the pen nib skipped twice on the signature line, leaving two small black dots before I managed to write my name.
Michael did not look at continue reading …
