CHAPTER NINETEENThe grass in the park was in good shape, and they walked slowly past the old San Francisco Firemen’s Monument and stopped just across the street from St. Peter and St. Paul’s.
Lindsey said, “We could go in right now and ask a priest to marry us.”
Marvia Plum turned to him and put her arms around him. He was wearing a rough tweed jacket and he was worried that she would scratch her face on the cloth. He felt her shaking and saw that she was crying.
“Marvia, tell me what’s the matter.” He put his face close to hers, and felt her tears on his cheek.
A couple of Chinese teenagers walking past hesitated, staring at Lindsey and Marvia Plum. Then they walked on, talking animatedly.
“I can’t marry you.”
“That’s okay. Neither of us is Catholic, I know. Besides, we don’t have a
