The Divorce Papers Arrived Three Days After My Numbers Finally Matched

The pineapple magnet was still there, chipped on the bottom leaf.

I took it down and polished the enamel with my thumb.

“Margaret had a bad night,” I said.

“I know.

You told me at the hospital.”

“I told you she was fine.”

“You told me she was fine, and then you stood in the hallway staring at a water fountain for ten minutes.”

I set the magnet back on the refrigerator.