“I want a divorce.”
Jonah
looked up from the sports page.
“It’s
obvious this marriage isn’t working,” Debbie said. She had that pinched look on her face, the
kind she wore whenever she knew she’d spent far too much for some article of
clothing but was prepared to defend it to the death. “I’ve tried everything I can to make you
interested in me, and you never will be.
You just want to live in your own little world. Well, there’s no place for me there, so I’m
leaving. I hope you won’t make it ugly.”
Jonah
stared at her.
Debbie stood up. “And once again you have nothing to say. I don’t know why I’m surprised.”
If you run away
did you run away
I will not rejoice at your
falling
run away again
your life is your prison
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