Blessed are those who marry forever. We were pronounced man and wife. Minutes later my bride Emily in a white feather gown vanished. But as it happened six months after she reappeared at my door and begged me to let her in and when I hesitated she pushed me aside and entered. She pleaded as a wife to be heard and the day ended with her staying the night in the spare room. She cried her way into a few days. She was broke and sick. Her sickness of weakness and limb pain gave no clue to her plight. At the end of the week I went into her room and demanded her bed and got my way by saying I was married to her. As the week turned into months I concerned myself with the weather and daily tasks. One day we had a laugh about a TV show and another we weeded the garden. It was like that until my hair grayed and my shoulders bent and I’d ask her to bring tea and it was there right away.