The Day the River Stopped Singing
When I learned that Holly Jones had gone to deliver cold medicine to her young assistant, even though she knew I was trapped in the elevator and suffered from claustrophobia, I asked for a divorce.
Holly signed without hesitation. Smiling at her best friend, she said,
"Jim is just throwing a little tantrum. His parents are gone, so there's no way he'd really divorce me. Besides, there's a thirty-day cooling-off period before it's finalized. If he regrets it, I'll graciously forgive him and take him back."
The very next day, she posted a couples' photoshoot with her assistant, captioned: [Capturing your every sexy moment.]
I counted the days.
Calmly, I packed my belongings and made a phone call.
"Uncle, buy me a ticket to Hudson City."