The Divorce Papers Arrived Three Days After My Numbers Finally Matched

I stood by the coat rack and watched him.

The morning was bright, and the driveway was still wet from the sprinkler.

He came back in for his shaving kit.

On his way past the kitchen, he looked at the divorce papers on the table and then at me.

“You’ll get the rest of it in the mail,” he said.

“The rest of what?”

“The rest of the papers.” He picked up his shaving kit.

“My lawyer says we should keep things clean.”