and broke on the floor.He glanced at the badge. “Still working too much?”
I nearly laughed, because that accusation has outlived the marriage.
“I like my job.”
“Oh, I know you do.”
The corridor had gone quiet in the particular way corridors do.
And then he stepped round so that everybody could see the buggy, and delivered the line he had clearly been carrying about for a year.
“Leaving you was the best decision I ever made.”
Yvie said his name.
He carried on.
“A woman who can’t have
