Sarah's Child
They were married three weeks later on a Friday evening, after work, by a judge who’d agreed to perform the ceremony in his chambers. To her complete surprise, Max was one of the witnesses, and he winked at her as she and Rome took their places before the judge. About fifteen friends from work stood behind them in the small chamber, their feet shuffling about and their discreet whispering providing a rustling background to the ceremony. Sarah had worked out her two weeks notice and had spent the last week driving herself into the ground trying to get their apartment ready and everything that they weren’t going to use either sold or put into storage.
The apartment that they’d finally taken had seemed much too expensive to Sarah, but Rome had overridden her objections to it. It was a big roomy condo, as big as a medium-size house. It had seven rooms, and a large terrace-balcony where they could barbecue and lie in the sun, and where she could put her multitude of plants. It also had a gas fireplace in the livingroom, which she suspected was what had sold Rome on the apartment. He’d looked at the fireplace with an expression of almost fiendish satisfaction, and she’d had to admit to a few shivers of anticipation herself when she thought of the coming winter and the nights they would spend in front of the flames.
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