“Having heard these things, Marylyn and Kent, step forward and join hands.”
They did. The ceremony was short and simple; the couple then walked from the courtroom under the beaming smile of the judge.
A burly guard next to Ross pointed at the groom. “Look,” she said sentimentally. “He’s crying. Cute!”
“I don’t blame the poor sucker,” Ross flared, and then, being a man of conscience, wondered suddenly if that was why, on Halsey’s Planet, women cried at weddings.
A clerk called: “Dear, let’s have those egalitarians front and center, please. Her honor’s terribly rushed.”
Helena was escorted forward from one side, while Ross and Bernie were jostled to the fore from the other. The judge turned from the happy couple. As she looked down at the three of them the smile that curved her lips tur
