My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back
I watched her eyes move across the face of the medal the way eyes move when they are reading something and simultaneously trying to understand what the reading means, the two processes running alongside each other and occasionally getting in each other's way.
"And if after seeing that you still want to remain inside your own version of events," I said, "then just leave me alone. That's all I'm asking. Leave me alone and let me get on with my evening."
I made to take the medal back.
Clara's hand came up and closed around it before I could withdraw it. She held it up and turned it toward the light and her lips moved slightly as she read, the way people's lips sometimes move when the thing they