The House in the Photographs
A four-hour premarital course, in the April, in a church hall, with a workbook, sitting next to a woman he was going to marry in the September while he was married to me.
He did the homework.
The licence issued on the nineteenth of April.
It was valid for sixty days.
It expired, unused, on the eighteenth of June.
And they applied again — a second licence, second fee, second application, same sworn question, same answer, the same date in the June of 2019 written a second time in the same handwriting — on the twenty-ninth of July.
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