“That’s exactly what I said.”
She rested her hand on the binder.
“He stared at that arch and told me, ‘Tomorrow, I’m standing on the other side of the desk.’”
Suddenly, I remembered Larry’s shaking hands on our wedding day.
I had blamed the illness.
Maybe I had been watching something else entirely.
Margaret opened the binder.
“Look.”
Inside was an old marriage record.
Two names I didn’t recognize appeared at the top.
Near the bottom was a familiar signature.
Larry.
Next to his name was one word.
Witness.
Margaret turned the page.
Another couple.
Larry.
Witness.
Another page.
Different couple.
Different year.
Same signature.
Again.
Larry.
Witness.
I looked at Margaret.
“What is this?”
“Sometimes couples came in without anyone with them,” she explained. “Larry would leave his desk and sign as their witness.”
