I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
She brought a box large enough to make me accuse her of exaggerating.
“You had six years of pencils and tape,” she said.
“I didn’t keep six years of pencils.”
She lifted the lid after we’d packed it.
“Then explain these.”
Three unopened packs of pencils, a stapler, two rolls of tape, and a little cup of paper clips lay beside my folded scarf.
“The paper clips are mine.”
Karen laughed.
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