Anna got married by a judge with a witness brought in from the courthouse hallway. Courthouses, it seemed, would play an important part in her life. She wore a navy blue dress, a corsage, and shoes more sensible than in her Joan Crawford flavored daydreams. Life had not turned out to be like a movie, or at least not like a movie Anna would want to see. But her new husband was handsome, and with a spark of mischief that offset Anna’s own sensible nature. He never met his mother-in-law, and Anna liked it that way.