(This continues the posting of chapters of The Brides of March--sorry for the one-day delay)
Chris, Terri, and Jannine fielded all of the above and more, Chris often taking the “this is an important legal step, not just for us, but for all gay people seeking the right to marriage” angle in her calm, reasonable, radio-ready tones; Terri the “this is about equality” stand in emphatic, forthright, and eminently quotable sentences; and Jannine responding in her usual folksy style that she deserves “the same rights and privileges as any Oregonian, and the same protections for our children,” and that she was there to make her relationship at long last legal.
Would it really happen? I hoisted the port-a-potty up the stairs, checked that there was a bucket and a plastic bag inside, and set it by the front door. Would we really be able to get a license and get married? I shoved a dozen nutrition bars into a freezer bag. Would there be an injunction before we could have our seventeen-year union recognized? The camping area next, water bottles, sleeping bags…
Could this all be real? Would we really, in the eyes of the law, be married? The camera, I had to remember the camera!
There was a heap by the door when Marty knocked, ready to transport young humans and gear to the County Building.