He was a driver for a corporate car service.

He was thirty-nine and funny in a self-deprecating way that she found restful after a decade of being talked at by pharmaceutical reps.

On the third date he told her he had never met anyone who listened like she did, and she believed him, because it was true, and because nobody had ever said it before.

They married eighteen months later at the courthouse with nine people present.

For the first two years it was good.