The Thirty-Eighth Divorce's End

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n the doorstep. Ethan was next to her,

c rush. "She called me thirty times, screaming that if I didn't come get her, she would lie down in the middle of

ide. "This is Ethan's house, which me

firm for once. "Ilene, no. This is my

sound. "If you don't let me in, I'll r

helpless

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and marched into the h

he declared, wrinkling her nose.

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rtrait hanging in the living room. It was a

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then gave a slight, defea

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chest. I turned without a word

d make it easy for them. I wou

fill it with my things. Clothes, book

ragging the suitcase, the liv

ling face torn in two. My books were pulled from the shelves and thrown

lly built, so lovingly m

moment, just looki

e of it all, a smug, vic

ring around the room, "and you

. I was done

me, blocking my way. "Wher

e. She saw the dusty set of oil paints

you trying to show off how talented y

lence a wall she couldn't b

o move ar

rted with rage

and swung it at my head. I stumbled back, dodging the

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