The Divorce Papers Arrived Three Days After My Numbers Finally Matched

He had a boat magazine open and a pen in his hand.

“Look at this one,” he said.

“Thirty-two feet.

Sleeps six.”

I turned the chicken with a fork.

“We can’t afford a boat, Gary.”

“A man my age ought to have a decent boat before his knees give out completely.”

I set the fork down.