Allison nearly smiled with relief to be able to share her secret with someone.
“What?” Andrew asked her.
“You must promise not to tell Mother or Father. Swear it!”
“I swear. But you can’t be serious!”
“Yes!” Allison’s eyes were aglow.
“But when? Who?”
“I can’t tell you. But I love him and I’m happy.”
“What kind of marriage is this? You live at home. You tell no one.”
“I can’t explain.”
“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just have Samuel check the county records for a license.”
“I suppose you could do that,” she said. The corner of her mouth quirked, wanting to grin. “But he won’t find any. We had our own ceremony—my husband and I—just the two of us,” said Allison.
Andrew sat stunned. “You know, of course, that it’s not legal with no license, no witnesses.”
“It’s a marriage in our hear
