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“Surgeons get in trouble for that?”
“They do when they don’t ask their boss’s permission first. Don’t tell anyone what you heard. I don’t want my family to know I’ve been suspended.”
I nodded. “I really am sorry.”
He frowned, and that furrow in his brow was back. “Whatever,” he snapped. “Let’s just get this over with.”
ELEVEN
ETHAN
Brothers Group ChatCreated by Ethan 5:45 am
Seth: What is this?
Ethan: Wow? I didn’t expect you to be the first one to respond. What are you doing up?
Seth: I haven’t gone to bed yet. I repeat…what is this?
Ethan: Group chat…you’ve heard of a group chat, yes?
Carter: We’ve never had one of these before. Good thinking, Ethan.
Mac: Jesus. Do you know what time it is? Why are you blowing up my phone?
Seth: Ethan’s fault
Eli left the group chat
Ethan added Eli to the group chat
Carter: Eli? Where are you?
Ethan: I don’t think he can tell us.
Seth: Or he’d have to kill us. You know, when brothers kill each other it’s called fratricide.
Mac: If you all don’t shut up I’m going to fratricide the fuck out of you. Ethan why did you start this group chat?
Ethan: Big day today. Harmony and I are headed to Big Horn to get the license.
Eli: License for what? Never mind.
Eli has left the group chat
“Hi,”I said, approaching a glass window we’d been directed to by the security guard at the front of the building. The clerk’s office wasn’t so much an office as it was a bank teller’s window. Harmony and I, fortunately, were the only ones standing in the long hallway with the parquet wood floors.
The woman behind the glass looked like she might have been manning the license desk since the turn of the last century. She had on her head what could only be described as a steel gray beehive.
“We’re here to see about getting a marriage license.”
“Names,” she said, clearly bored by her job.
“Ethan McGraw and Harmony Calloway,” I said.
Instantly, the woman’s eyes lifted to mine and her eyebrows crawled up three inches on her forehead.
“Did you say McGraw and Calloway?” she asked.
