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.

We have no choice but to trust even in face of betrayal and hurt
There’s a lot to complain about, but miracle is so much goes right
Why not join the LP? You can’t fight the state by becoming the state
UPDATE: Judge drops charges against Diane Tran; $100,000 raised
Was I ‘fat’? ‘Lazy’? My father’s ugly words made me feel shame
If you don’t feel overwhelmed, you just aren’t paying attention
Dishonesty runs rampant when partisanship matters more than truth
It can take a lifetime of work to overcome abusive ‘programming’