I barely slept that night.<\/p>\n
Larry's letter lay on my kitchen table beneath the yellow circle of the overhead light. I had read the same paragraphs so many times that the paper had begun to soften along the folds.<\/p>\n
The liver failure was real.<\/p>\n
The month was real.<\/p>\n
The lie was why I asked you to marry me.<\/p>\n
I kept returning to that sentence.<\/p>\n
What had he lied about?<\/p>\n
Why had he needed me?<\/p>\n
And why had he specifically instructed me to find someone named Margaret?<\/p>\n
By seven the next morning, I had made up my mind.<\/p>\n
I was going back to the courthouse.<\/p>\n
The building looked exactly as it had three weeks earlier.<\/p>\n
That bothered me more than it should have.<\/p>\n
People were getting married. Couples sat in plastic chairs with flowers, paperwork, nervous smiles, and relatives whispering around them. A little boy crawled beneath a row of seats while his father tried unsuccessfully to catch him.<\/p>\n
Nobody knew that the woman standing near the records counter had married a man who was already dead.<\/p>\n
I approached the clerk.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm looking for Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
The young clerk glanced at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich Margaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was told she works with marriage records.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed toward the far counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cRed glasses.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked over.<\/p>\n
The woman behind the computer looked up.<\/p>\n
She was older, perhaps in her sixties, with silver hair pulled into a neat knot and red-framed glasses balanced low on her nose.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Sarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
She waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah Doyle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her hands stopped moving.<\/p>\n
For a moment, she simply stared at me.<\/p>\n
Then she stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're Larry's wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Her face softened immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did he pass?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA week ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret removed her glasses.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew he was sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew him?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I knew him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave me a strange little smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe worked here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought I had misunderstood.<\/p>\n
\u201cLarry worked here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor twenty-eight years.\u201d<\/p>\n
The hallway seemed suddenly too narrow.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he was homeless.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was sleeping outside the subway station.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did that happen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter he retired, his health started failing. He had medical bills. Then he lost his apartment. He had some savings, but not enough to survive everything that came afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the courthouse doors.<\/p>\n
\u201cLarry was proud. Too proud sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he do here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarriage licenses and civil ceremonies, mostly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the courthouse ceremony.<\/p>\n
The way he had studied the certificate.<\/p>\n
The way he had seemed strangely familiar with the room.<\/p>\n
The way he had joked about forgetting the rings.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're saying he spent twenty-eight years watching people get married?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot just watching.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe helped process thousands of marriages.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something inside me tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't he ever tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret studied my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like Larry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Instead of answering, she stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
We walked down a hallway I remembered from our wedding day.<\/p>\n
At the end was the small civil ceremony room.<\/p>\n
The wooden arch still stood against the wall.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is where we got married.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret unlocked a cabinet beneath a counter.<\/p>\n
She pulled out a thick binder.<\/p>\n
\u201cLarry came here the afternoon before your ceremony.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe sat in that room for almost an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoing what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he was nervous.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the wooden arch.<\/p>\n
\u201cA man who had worked here for twenty-eight years was nervous about a courthouse wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was what I thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret carried the binder to the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept looking at that arch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the binder.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me, \u2018Tomorrow I'll be standing on the other side of the desk.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
A chill moved down my arms.<\/p>\n
I remembered Larry's shaking hands.<\/p>\n
I had assumed his illness caused it.<\/p>\n
Maybe not all of it.<\/p>\n
Margaret turned the first page.<\/p>\n
An old marriage record lay beneath a plastic sleeve.<\/p>\n
Two names were typed across the top.<\/p>\n
Below them was a signature.<\/p>\n
Larry Doyle.<\/p>\n
Beside it:<\/p>\n
Witness.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Margaret turned another page.<\/p>\n
Another couple.<\/p>\n
Another date.<\/p>\n
Another signature.<\/p>\n
Larry Doyle.<\/p>\n
Witness.<\/p>\n
Another page.<\/p>\n
Another wedding.<\/p>\n
Another Larry signature.<\/p>\n
The dates stretched backward through decades.<\/p>\n
1994.<\/p>\n
1995.<\/p>\n
1996.<\/p>\n
1997.<\/p>\n
1998.<\/p>\n
1999.<\/p>\n
2000.<\/p>\n
Different couples.<\/p>\n
Different handwriting from everyone else.<\/p>\n
The same narrow L.<\/p>\n
The same crooked tail on the y.<\/p>\n
I touched the plastic sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret answered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLarry used to volunteer as a witness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor all these people?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned another page.<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly people who arrived alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome couples came without family. Some had friends who couldn't get off work. Some people simply didn't have anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cLarry hated seeing someone get married with nobody standing beside them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the signatures.<\/p>\n
He had been the person beside them.<\/p>\n
Again and again.<\/p>\n
For years.<\/p>\n
\u201cHundreds?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used to joke that he'd attended more weddings than anyone in the building without ever having to remember an anniversary.\u201d<\/p>\n
A laugh escaped me.<\/p>\n
It sounded strange in that room.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered my letter.<\/p>\n
I looked at Margaret.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Larry ever married before?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
The smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
She closed the binder.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began beating faster.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn't understand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were his first marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he told me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
He had never actually said he had been married before.<\/p>\n
I had simply assumed a man his age must have had a history I didn't know.<\/p>\n
Margaret opened another drawer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
She removed a clear plastic sleeve.<\/p>\n
Inside was a copy of our marriage certificate.<\/p>\n
My name.<\/p>\n
Larry's name.<\/p>\n
And beside his name:<\/p>\n
SPOUSE.<\/p>\n
I stared at the word.<\/p>\n
Three weeks.<\/p>\n
That was all the time Larry had been my husband.<\/p>\n
But for twenty-eight years, his name had appeared on these documents beside another word.<\/p>\n
Witness.<\/p>\n
Never spouse.<\/p>\n
Not once.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did he ask you to keep this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't exactly ask me to keep it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came here before the ceremony.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the certificate.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked me to pull the marriage record after it was filed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you might come back.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe expected this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me you would eventually want answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers tightened around the edge of the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he know he was going to die?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he know exactly when?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one knows that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why prepare all this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret didn't answer immediately.<\/p>\n
Instead, she asked, \u201cDid he tell you why he wanted to marry you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her.<\/p>\n
I told her about the cardboard sign.<\/p>\n
The month.<\/p>\n
The fear of dying without family.<\/p>\n
The explanation about being buried as an unidentified person.<\/p>\n
I told her about the letter.<\/p>\n
When I finished, Margaret looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn't fair to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew you would help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cLarry always had difficulty asking people to choose him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence struck harder than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the certificate.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew how to ask for practical things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA blanket.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA witness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA favor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA form.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut asking someone to stay because they wanted him was different.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the morning outside the station.<\/p>\n
His face.<\/p>\n
His sign.<\/p>\n
His hesitation when I asked why me.<\/p>\n
I had thought he was afraid of dying.<\/p>\n
Maybe he had also been afraid of hearing no.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the whole thing a lie?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he manipulated me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn't soften it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I appreciated that.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was he really asking for?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret glanced at the certificate.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't my story to tell.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to push.<\/p>\n
Instead, I remembered the letter.<\/p>\n
Larry had specifically told me to come here first.<\/p>\n
That meant the courthouse was not the answer.<\/p>\n
It was only the beginning.<\/p>\n
I left with a copy of our marriage certificate in my purse and more questions than when I arrived.<\/p>\n
On the subway home, I reread the first page of Larry's letter.<\/p>\n
If I gave you a problem you could solve, I knew you'd solve it.<\/p>\n
That sentence hurt because it was true.<\/p>\n
For two years, I had handed Larry things.<\/p>\n
Food.<\/p>\n
Socks.<\/p>\n
Coffee.<\/p>\n
Information about shelters.<\/p>\n
Phone numbers.<\/p>\n
Once, during a freezing spell, I had spent half my lunch break calling shelters until I found a bed available three neighborhoods away.<\/p>\n
Larry had thanked me.<\/p>\n
I had never considered that he might have been watching me just as closely as I was watching him.<\/p>\n
By the time I reached his old subway stop, I couldn't keep going home.<\/p>\n
I got off.<\/p>\n
The coffee kiosk was still open.<\/p>\n
The woman behind the counter saw me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo?\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost said yes automatically.<\/p>\n
Instead, I looked toward the empty patch of brick beside the station entrance.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
She handed me two cups.<\/p>\n
Mine with cream.<\/p>\n
His black.<\/p>\n
I carried them outside.<\/p>\n
Larry's spot was empty.<\/p>\n
I sat down anyway.<\/p>\n
The city moved around me.<\/p>\n
People hurried into the station.<\/p>\n
Cars passed.<\/p>\n
Someone laughed into a phone.<\/p>\n
A train groaned beneath the pavement.<\/p>\n
I placed Larry's coffee beside me.<\/p>\n
Then I unfolded the next page of his letter.<\/p>\n
The first sentence made my throat tighten.<\/p>\n
I didn't need a wife to make my life matter, Sarah.<\/p>\n
The next line was worse.<\/p>\n
But I did want to know what it felt like, just once, to have somebody choose that word with me.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
My fingers trembled.<\/p>\n
Then I forced myself to continue.<\/p>\n
I knew if I'd told you the truth, you might still have said yes.<\/p>\n
I looked at the empty place beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why didn't you?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
The answer was written directly underneath.<\/p>\n
Because then I'd have to hear you decide whether loneliness was a good enough reason.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
For the first time since Larry died, I understood that the mystery wasn't why he had needed a wife.<\/p>\n
The mystery was why he had chosen me.<\/p>\n
And I had a feeling the rest of his letter was about to answer that.<\/p>\n
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