“She thought she was going to stay here, take care of me, make me all better.” “Alex?” He nodded. “Came all the way down from Maine with her suitcase and her good intentions. I told her not to come, and she came anyway.” “It’s a nice place,” I said. “Kinda small for two people, though.” “I had no idea she expected to actually stay here with me,” he said. I took a sip of Coke. “I told her I was fine,” he continued, “said she should go back to Maine. Persistent woman. Said she was staying. I said, ‘Not here, you’re not.’” He sat down in one of the empty chairs. “So now you want me to tell you my life story, huh?” “I’m your lawyer,” I said, “not your confessor. This is about your divorce. The main thing is, you can’t lie to me.” He nodded. “I just need to know one thing.” “What’s that?” “You won’t do anything I don’t want you to do.” “My job,” I said, “is to make it work out the way you want. That probably won’t happen, of course.
