That would be another sad thing about a sad man and it would change nothing about a Tuesday in December.

Part Twenty-Two: Page Two

Before I left, Teresa gave me one more thing.

She went back to the cabinet and took out a plastic document sleeve and handed it to me, and inside it was a certified copy of our marriage certificate, recorded and sealed.

She said: “He asked me to hold one back after it was filed.

He said, if she ever comes in here, give her this one.”

I looked at it in the car park.