anyone with them,” she explained. “Larry would leave his desk and sign as their witness.”
She turned another page.
“He hated the idea of someone getting married with nobody standing beside them.”
I ran my finger over one of his old signatures.
It was strange seeing Larry’s handwriting from decades before I knew him.
The same narrow L.
The same crooked y.
“How many times did he do this?”
Margaret shrugged.
“Hundreds, probably.”
She smiled.
“He used to joke that he had attended more weddings than anyone in the courthouse
