“You signed the separation declaration.” He said it with no heat at all.

“Everything else is just housekeeping.”

“Housekeeping, you call it.”

“Don’t turn this ugly.” He got up and buttoned his jacket.

“I knew you’d be reasonable.”

He left his cup on the table and walked off to his car.

I sat there with mine until the coffee was cold.

At the office that afternoon, Sarah had her leather tote sitting on the credenza and a spreadsheet up on her screen.