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Anne always brushed me off the same way when I proposed marriage; she’d
always tell me that there was more about her that she didn’t want me to
know for fear that it would end a pleasant friendship.
I asked her again today, July third, while we were on our way back from
the local clinic where we got our periodic HIV screenings; neither of us
had had any sexual contacts for six months, but we were scared enough by
our experiences to keep going back to the clinic every month. On the
way out, we agreed to get together for a picnic dinner tomorrow, before
the fireworks on the fourth. I made my usual proposal, half in jest but
half seriously, and Anne surpirsed me completely by answering yes.
She drove us immediately to the county courthouse. I was still in a
daze as she marched us up to the clerk’s office and rang the bell. I’d
made my usual offer of marriage, but I hadn’t expected her to accept on
the spot, and her fast followthrough left me reeling. She filled out as
much of the form the clerk handed her as she could, then handed it to me
to fill out my part. (more…)