Chapter Ten
Lila
July 1988 – Carthage, Texas
One day after my eighteenth birthday, I met Coy at the courthouse, where we bought our marriage license. The clerk behind the desk smiled as she said, “You have to wait three days before you can legally get married. This license is only good for ninety days, so you have to get married before time runs out.”
“We’re going to come back up here and let the Justice of the Peace marry us in three days,” Coy informed her.
“Okay then. He’ll know that the signed license has to be turned in within thirty days of the legal marriage.” She beamed at us. “You two make a cute couple. I’m sure you’ll be happy together. Congratulations!”
Coy handed me the paper. “You hold onto this. Keep it in your purse so we’ll have it when we come back.”
Even though I
