It would become known as the abolition wedding.
Nina was speaking now, her face turned up to Theodore’s, and I thought suddenly, involuntarily of Israel and a tiny grief came over me. Every time it happened, it was like coming upon an empty room I didn’t know was there, and stepping in, I would be pierced by it, by the ghost of the one who’d once filled it up. I didn’t stumble into this place much anymore, but when I did, it hollowed out little pieces of my chest.
Gazing at Nina, radiant Nina, I pictured myself in her place, Israel beside me, the two of us saying vows, and the idea of such a thing cured me. It was the truth I always came back to, that I didn’t want Israel anymore, I didn’t want to be married now, and yet the phantom of what might’ve been, the terrible allure of it could still snatch me.
Closing my eyes, I gave my head a shake to clear the remnants of longing away, and when I looked back at the bride and groom, there were dragonflies darting beyond the window, a green tempest, and then it was gone.
Nina promised aloud to love and honor him, carefully omitting the word obey, and Theodore launched into an awkward monologue, deploring the laws that gave control of a wife’s property to the husband and renouncing all claim to Nina’s, and then he coughed self-consciously, as if catching himself, and professed his love.
We’d put the confrontation in Mrs. Whittier’s cottage behind us, not that Theodore ever fully conceded his position, but he’d softened his rhetoric after that day, as any man in love would. The abolition movement had split into two camps just as the men predicted, and Nina and I became even worse pariahs, but it had set the cause of women in motion.
I’d been present when Nina opened the letter containing Theodore’s proposal. It had come late last winter during a long reprieve in Philadelphia with Sarah Mapps and Grace, as we’d prepared for a series of lectures at the Boston Odeon. Reading it, she’d dropped the pages onto her lap and broken into tears. When she read it to me, I cried too, but my tears were a mix of joy and wretchedness and fear. I wanted this marriage for her, I wanted her happiness as much as my own, but where would I go? For days I couldn’t concentrate on the lecture I was trying to write or hide the bereft feeling I carried inside. I couldn’t bear to think of life without her, life alone, but neither did I want to be the burdensome relative living in the back room, getting in the way, and I couldn’t imagine Theodore would want me there.
Then one day Nina came to me, plopping on the footstool beside my chair in Sarah Mapps’ front room. Without a word she opened her Bible and read aloud the passage in which Ruth speaks to Naomi:
Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people will be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
Closing the Bible, she said, “We can’t be separated, it isn’t possible. You must come and live with me after I’m married. Theodore asked me to tell you that my wish is also his wish.”
Theodore had bought a small farm in Fort Lee, New Jersey. We would make an odd trinity there, the three of us, but I would still have Nina. We could go on writing and working for abolition and for women, and I would help with the house, and when there were children, I would be auntie. One life ending, another beginning.
In the dining room, the minister was offering a prayer, and for some reason I didn’t close my eyes as I always did, but watched Nina reach for Theodore’s hand. We’d made a plan that I would give the married pair two weeks of privacy and then join them in Fort Lee, but I thought now of Mother and the question in her letter, Will I see you again? It seemed more than the elegiac pondering in an old woman’s heart, and I wondered if I shouldn’t seize the break in our work and go to her.
“What do you know, we are husband and wife,” Nina said when the prayer ended, pronouncing it herself.