from themTwo days later, we went to the courthouse.
He was dying.
Larry wore a clean blue shirt someone at the shelter had given him. I wore my navy work dress.
When the clerk asked about rings, Larry patted his pockets.
“Knew I forgot something.”
I laughed.
Eleven minutes later, I was his wife.
I wore my navy work dress.
Exactly three weeks after that, I sat beside his bed at the state hospice facility while his breathing slowly stopped.
Now his letter was telling me I’d married him for
