Married to a Mystery Man
Couldn’t know that a psychiatrist would tell Alex that I would be disabled for the rest of my life from psychosis and
that we would move back across the country to be closer to my family.
I’ll have to pay a fine, but it’s not the end of the world.”
“You might go to jail in Virginia!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, there was a chance I might not have made it to the ceremony, if the judge had decided not to grant bail.
Neither of us could know, in that little red rental car,
that I would have a baby two years later in the town in Iowa where we lived, far away from the town where we married.
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