There is no reason for us to wait any longer.

Herb arranges for our blood tests and license to get married.

As we are going up the long flight of steps outside City Hall he remembers that we need a witness.

A man is coming down who does not seem to be in a hurry.   Herb stops him and asks him to be our witness.   He says he would be delighted.

I think of the war-time weddings I saw in the movies and how ours is like those.   We have been in a kind of war even though it is only one in a family saga.

Getting married this way feels like an escape.