One year after my divorce, I ran into my ex-husband in the pediatric wing of the hospital where I worked

him.

The corridor.

One more thing about that day, because people always want the moment.

It was not satisfying.

I have thought about it a great deal and I would not have it again.

That was a paediatric corridor on a Wednesday afternoon. There were eleven people in that waiting area and two of them were children in wheelchairs, and one family had come out of a conversation I know the shape of.

And in the middle of it a man said the word infertile at volume about a colleague