But she still couldn’t get a work visa, and she wanted to move on from her cleaning jobs. “You know what we have to do, don’t you?” said Werner. “Yeah, but I’m not sure how I feel about it. Getting married, I mean.” “Listen, I’m not jumping up and down about this either, but if you want to get a decent job, we’ll have to do it. We can both work for a few years and then I’d be able to go to Canada with you.” “That’s what you’re thinking of doing? Going to Canada?” “I’ve always wanted to go there, you know that,” said Werner. “But I’m just beginning to like it here. I’ve found my groove—aside from work, that is.” “That’s just the point, Ruby—you need to find a better job. And you can’t do that unless we get married.” “What else would change? I don’t know much about your laws here.” “You’d have to change your name,” said Werner. “Or hyphenate it.” “Never. I will not change my name. I’m not your chattel, Werner. And besides, I like my family and their name.
