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.

Movie popcorn overpriced? Sue ’em; spoiled children want their way
Joe Rogan isn’t insightful to me, so I just don’t listen to his show
To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend
My books are time machines that tell you where (and who) I’ve been
A bully picked a fight that night — and now I’m dreaming about it
World is a surreal alien landscape where nothing makes sense to me
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Munchkin, the dog who vanished without a trace