After Ninety-nine Times
I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket.
“This makes ninety-nine.”
“What?”
“This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.”
I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me.
“The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him.
“The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”
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