The emergency room was a mad-house. Nurses, doctors, patients, family were everywhere. The accident had involved 13 cars. Most of the injured were being brought here or to St. Joe’s.
I made my way to the information desk and identified myself.
“Are you family?” The clerk behind the desk asked.
“Dr. Barnes is my husband.”
“Excuse me?”
Fuck! “Dr. Barnes is my domestic partner.”
“Then he isn’t a relative?”
Of course he is, you twit!
“I just said he is my husband. We were legally married in Massachusetts and since Congress can’t get their act together to pass that amendment of theirs, we are married.” I was hoping this political discussion wasn’t going far enough for her to discover our marriage had no standing in Michigan. “I’m Brad Sturgis’s legal guardian as well.”
“Just have a sea
