I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“No.”
“Then I will take a little time.”
Outside, Patricia was waiting in her car.
She didn’t ask to see the letter.
She asked where I wanted to go.
“Home,” I said.
“I need to make a budget.”
That evening, Karen brought soup.
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