They finalized the divorce on a Tuesday morning in November.Patricia calls me at nine forty-three. I am sitting in a coffee shop on the Lower East Side, not the Langham neighborhood, not anywhere connected to the Thomas family, a small place with mismatched chairs and coffee served in ceramic mugs.“It is done,” she says.“Okay,” I say.“That is all you have to say?”“What else is there?” I say.She is quiet for a moment. “You are officially Khloe David again,” she says. “As of nine forty-one this morning.”I sit with that for a moment.Khloe David. Not David-Thomas. Not Thomas at all. Khloe David, who grew up in Brooklyn, earned a scholarship, built herself from nothing, made one significant wrong turn at twenty-six, and spent two years learning how to find her way back.“Thank you, Patricia,” I say.“Send me something nice,” she says. “I earned it.”She hangs up.I finish my coffee. I leave a good tip. I walk outside into the cold November air.I do not call Samuel immediately.I w
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