I Brought One Envelope to My Ex-Husband’s Wedding

and a broken copier. Sheila didn’t like drama. She liked numbers and sugar-free gum and Christmas card address labels printed in perfect rows.

She asked if she could stop by.

She came after work with a manila folder and would not sit down until she’d handed it to me.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.

“Then don’t.”

She frowned at me. “Well now I have continue reading …