“How do you know that?”

“My late husband and I stayed there when we were first married.

It wasn’t romantic, but the desk was good.”

I wrote the name and the room number on a napkin and put it in my pocket.

At one o’clock I stood at the county courthouse clerk’s window with Marisol beside me.

The clerk had a stamp in one hand and a calendar in the other.

“Emergency hearing request.