She told Evelyn that the family business was going through a very difficult time. She said that according to her father’s old will, the family could only touch the grandmother’s medical trust fund money if Evelyn was legally married and settled. Victoria smiled a tiny sharp smile. She said she was just finding Evelyn a husband so they could get the money to save the business.
It did not matter who the husband was as long as he signed the certificate and the man in the alley was perfect because he had no family, no money, and no voice to complain. Evelyn did not cry. She took a deep breath, picked up the black pen from [music] the counter and held it tight. She told Victoria that she would sign it but only if Victoria signed a different paper first.
Evelyn pulled a small notebook page from her pocket. She had written down a promise that [music] Victoria must pay for the grandmother’s hospital room for the next five years no matter what happened to the business. Victoria stopped smiling. She looked at the small notebook page then at Evelyn’s stubborn chin.
For a long minute, the only sound in the kitchen was the loud ticking of the gold clock wall. Victoria snatched the pen, signed Evelyn’s notebook page with a hard stroke, and pushed the marriage certificate forward. Evelyn signed her own name at the bottom. Her hand was shaking but her lines were straight. [music] Evelyn took the official papers, walked out of the back door, and stepped into the cold night air.
The luxury of the mansion disappeared instantly. The alley was dark, narrow, and smelled like wet garbage and old bricks. A yellow street [music] lamp flickered overhead making a low buzzing noise that sounded like an angry insect. She walked past the big green trash bins until she reached a small corner covered by a plastic blue tarp.



