It was a small civil marriage service in a small office. Two witnesses,one son, the officiator, and a photographer.
One was widowed, I do not know about the other. Maybe they both were. It does not matter. They had known each other for some time. He enticed her to come from Mexico to marry him and become a citizen. This was not one of "those" marriages of convenience. She was hesitant. He was encouraging.
Now Efrain and Veronica are one before God, man, and the state. She is here legally. Already she has a job. It does not pay much, but it is a beginning. She can work on her English and take the necessary steps toward full citizenship. I wish them well.
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