THE EMAIL I SENT BEFORE DESSERT

been the whole time.

“Diane,” Michael said, reading. “Who’s Diane.”

And Robert, who’d had fifteen years to prepare an answer and had clearly never bothered, said the truest thing he said all night.

“Nobody you need to know.”

The Drawer Stays Empty

The divorce took fourteen months. Janet was magnificent. The cosigned mortgage, the trust, the school tuition continue reading …