faint smile touched her face.
“That sounds like Larry.”
“What does that mean?”
She paused.
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
