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Tuesday, September 20, 2016


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“I’m coming, I’m coming,” called Anne Roberts, bustling into the kitchen, brandishing a pen. “Where do I sign?”
Her husband was hunched over, writing his name on a document. He finished, stood and looked at his wife.
“I’ve never been a witness to a marriage before. I mean not in the legal sense. I mean signing my name and all.”
“Anne, you’re cute. You signed our marriage license,” Mr. Roberts said.
“Oh, yes, that’s right. I did.” She colored a becoming shade of pink. “Where should I?”
“Right here, Missus,” John said, pointing to a line with an “x” on it.
“Very good, John. Thank you.”
The butler took Maggie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. His eyes glowed as he glanced at her.
“There you go,” Anne said, straightening up.
“Congratulations,” Mr. Roberts said, shaking John’s hand. Anne gave them each a hug.
“Here’s a little something for the wedding,” the master of the house said, slipping a check into John’s hand.
“Thank you, sir. It’s official, my lady. We’re married, ceremony or no,” John chuckled.
Maggie picked at a tissue in her hand. Her eyes watered with happiness and fear.
Anne handed a bottle of champagne to her husband. He poured four glasses.
“To a long and happy life together,” he said, raising his flute.
What happens when John finds out what I’ve done?
Maggie’s stomach clenched.




LCKK said...

Thank you

V.L. Locey said...

Oh dear...

I hope things are going to be okay.

Jillian said...

rut-roh. what's she done??? Million dollar question.

Susanne Matthews said...

What did she do? What did she do? Can't wait for the answer!

Trisha Faye said...

What??? You can't leave us hanging right here, you naughty woman!
Happy for the wedding, but now I'm dying of curiosity.