He was tall, just like Marshall’s father, Bruce, two years younger than I was, and incredibly handsome. I was leery about marrying again, but I’d been on my own for so long, and I loved his company. He’d been married twice before—and was still friends with his last ex-wife. Nan and Nathan really liked John; even our dog liked him. We bought a house together in Saint Joe. It was a cute two-bedroom cottage with a good half-acre of land at the back. I wanted to wait a while before we married, but John was keen to tie the knot sooner rather than later. It was just before Thanksgiving, and Sharon Spiegel, the minister at the South Park Christian Academy and Church, where my brother Ronnie had gone to school, agreed to officiate. The ceremony was at Sharon’s home with just my sister Tanya, my mother and her latest husband, Dutch, in attendance. It was very low-key, although I did wear a long blue sleeveless gown. I’d always used the name Mathers for Marshall’s sake, but John wanted me to take his surname.
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