Every Night at Six Thirty, Bob Drove Away, Until His Other Wife Said My Name
“The probate clerk was running behind on paperwork that fall, Penelope,” he said.
“I never handed the signed license back in to be put on the public ledger,” he said.
“He told me your ceremony was just an informal church blessing with no legal standing,” Ruth said.
“He said you were a family friend who handled his mother’s old estate papers,” Ruth said.
I reached up and touched my silver pendant with two fingers.
“He took eight hundred dollars out of our joint account every single month,” I said.
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