I didn’t pay much attention to the two women who sat near me at dinner. They weren’t eating anything, but they sat talking quietly in the dining room. It was a slow night, so the fast food restaurant was almost empty.
One of the women stood — almost nervously — as a man came in to join them. He had the air of someone who liked to give orders and who thought he should be obeyed. It wasn’t a friendly meeting.
“Why is she here?” the man hissed angrily to the woman who was still seated.
“Holly asked me to come so she wouldn’t be alone,“ the standing woman replied in a tone that made it sound as though she was trying to avoid trouble.
The man sat at the table and I couldn’t hear exactly where the conversation went at first. The seated woman pulled some papers out from a manilla envelope. She pushed the documents toward the man without much explanation.
Everything suddenly clicked. Holly and the angry man were starting to go through a divorce.

My ideal woman will never exist, but I keep falling in love with her
In the great new culture war over Thanksgiving shopping, I’m neutral
Peace won’t come until you quit obeying long-gone programmers
Why do we stay in prison when there’s no lock holding us there?
Fiscal sanity is dead because most people are irrational hypocrites
Reality check: A stupid racial prank isn’t ‘the worst thing anybody can do’
Insane incentives create insane results as kids are paid to attend classes
It’s odd how ‘choice’ can mean ‘no choice’ with the state involved
Galt’s Gulch? I can live without that, but I need my own ‘Akston’s diner’