"I have a confession to make, darling," he said.
"Oh, no, Howard. Not now. I take for granted you've done the usual things in your youth."
"But...."
"And we needn't have hurried so, as you can see. Now we'll probably have to wait hours in this perfectly dismal place."
She looked as young and fresh as he looked old and dusty, he thought, so out of place in this kind of establishment.
He had always loved small women. Leah was small and vivacious and dressed a year ahead of styles. No matter what happened, he'd never regret having married her.
"But this is something I should have told you before," he said.
She put her hand on his arm. "I've been perfectly happy these past six months. Whatever it was, I forgive you."
"It's not that. I'm talking about my age. I didn't think you'd marry me if you knew how old I really was. I put off telling you and figured you'd see my birth certificate at the wedding ceremony."
"I never even looked at the silly old thing."