The Divorce Papers Arrived Three Days After My Numbers Finally Matched
I had been standing on the porch for fifteen minutes.
The divorce papers were still on the table.
The plate was still in the sink.
The pineapple magnet held the grocery list and the Folgers coupon and nothing else.
The phone book was on the counter by the toaster.
It was thin and old, its cover torn at the corner.
I picked up the divorce papers and put them in order.
Then I set them down and opened the phone book to Attorneys.
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