The Divorce Papers Arrived Three Days After My Numbers Finally Matched

“Then we have time.”

He waited for me to say more.

I didn’t.

I took the printed sheet from the drawer under the phone book, folded it once, and put it in my purse.

Arthur watched me do it.

“Patricia,” he said again.

“Finish your coffee,” I said.

“This isn’t a kitchen conversation, is all.”