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.

At life’s end, who we’ve loved will matter more than what we’ve owned
When socialists steal all your money, blame those who compromise today
Deep-seated shame makes it hard for me to take my needs seriously
Choice of spouse alters everything about future for you and your kids
Will those on the left upset about Halliburton now go after Obama?
As nightmares plague my friends, I’m grateful mine have subsided
Will you sell more days of your life