Daniel did not come to the hospital the next morning.Near noon, his mother, Margaret, entered my room carrying a thermos of soup. After our parents died, she had cared for Clara and me for several years. Daniel had asked her to take me home after I was discharged.“He took Clara to the station early this morning,” Margaret said as she poured the soup. “It’s her first time in Washington, and I’m worried about how she’ll manage. Daniel will be busy with his transfer. He may not have enough time to look after her.”She realized how her words sounded and quickly added, “Once the housing is arranged, Daniel will send for you.”“Mrs. Whitmore, Daniel is already married.”She stared at me, then looked at my bare hand. “When did you have the ceremony?”“There was no ceremony.”I took the copy of the marriage permit from my purse and gave it to her.“I entered Clara’s name. The registrar stamped the permit, so she is now Daniel’s legal wife.”Margaret read the document several times. Her surpr
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