The clerk ran the certificates through a laminator, then handed one to each of them.
The entire process took less than twenty minutes.
"You're all set. Have a good day."
Quentin took the certificate and pocketed it without so much as a glance, as if the mere existence of the document gave him a massive headache.
He turned and walked out of the office.
As he passed a clerk in the main lobby, he suddenly stopped.
"Excuse me, what is the procedure for immediate remarriage?"
The clerk blinked in surprise, just opening their mouth to explain.
Madeline hastily grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the exit.
Pushing through the glass doors, the harsh midday sun beat down on them, so blinding they had to squint.
The asphalt in the parking lot was baking under the heat, the air thick with summer humidity mixed with the smell of exhaust fumes.
Quentin walked to the car and pulled the door open, but he didn't get in.
He stood behind the door, resting a hand on the frame, waiting for her.
It was as if they hadn't just walked out of the Department of Civil Records, as if they hadn't just legally severed their marriage.
He was still the perfect gentleman.
Madeline walked over to him, but neither got in the car nor spoke.
They stood facing each other with the car door between them. The sun cast his shadow over the roof of the car, stretching it long and distorted.
"The agreement you gave them wasn't the one from last night," Quentin said.


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