Then she stood.
“Come with me.”
Margaret led me down a hallway and into a small civil ceremony room.
Against the wall stood a wooden wedding arch.
I recognized it immediately.
“This is where Larry and I got married.”
“I know.”
I turned toward her.
“You were here?”
“No.”
She walked toward a cabinet.
“But Larry was here the afternoon before.”
I stared at her.
“Why?”
Margaret unlocked the bottom drawer.
“I asked him the same thing.”
She pulled out a thick binder and placed it on a table.
“He sat in that chair for almost an hour.”
She pointed toward a seat beside the arch.
“What did he want?”
“Nothing.”
Margaret smiled.
“He said he was nervous.”
I almost laughed.
“A man who worked around weddings for twenty-eight years was nervous about getting married?”
