I shot back, "Mind your own business."
After finishing the paperwork, Flora clung desperately to Homer as they obtained their marriage certificate, fearful that if she didn't keep a close eye on him, this "good husband" might run away.
Wilson was waiting for me at the door as soon as I came out.
He was dressed formally, and despite being in a wheelchair, he exuded an elegance that only added to his appeal.
There was a certain vulnerability about him that made my heart ache.
I eagerly walked towards him, waving my divorce certificate at him with a playful smile.
"Mr. Garfield, I've lost a husband, and you need a wife. Shall we get married?!"
He looked at me with a soft laugh, his cheeks slightly flushed.
"I brought my birth certificate."
Excitedly, I dragged Wilson inside to o
