the same word.
Witness.
Never husband.
Never spouse.
Not until me.
Margaret opened another drawer.
“There’s something else.”
She pulled out a clear plastic sleeve.
“Larry asked me to keep this after your marriage was recorded, in case you ever came looking for me.”
Inside was a copy of our marriage certificate.
My name was there.
So was Larry’s.
And beside his name was the word:
SPOUSE.
I remembered how carefully he had folded his copy after our ceremony.
How he had asked the clerk twice where he needed to
