He’d asked about my JAG cases, my fellow prosecutors, my commanding officers.

He’d asked how long a military signature stayed valid after a deployment.

I had told him it didn’t expire.

He had laughed and ordered another iced tea.

On the next page, in my own handwriting, I had written down a second question.

Did the Army ever have you sign under your maiden name?

He had asked that as well, and I had told him only before the wedding.

He had asked whether I kept copies of my orders.