her.
“You knew Larry?”
Margaret frowned slightly.
“Of course I did.”
“How?”
She glanced around the courthouse.
“He worked here.”
I stared at her.
“Here?”
“For twenty-eight years.”
My mouth fell open.
“Then how did he end up homeless?”
Margaret’s expression softened.
“His health started failing after retirement. Medical expenses ate through his savings. Then he lost his apartment.”
She shook her head.
“Larry was too proud to call any of us.”
“What did he do here?”
“Mostly marriage licenses.”
She removed her glasses.
“He never told you?”
“No.”
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