Hedgefund 14 “Marriage is a three-ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, and suffering.” The first day of school, heart pounding, I walked beside a skipping Miles, eager to see his friends, as I cringed, wishing I had a Harry Potter-style invisibility cloak. But I couldn’t hide; I had to face up to everyone and diffuse any gossip with my big smile and confident composure. In other words, give Meryl Streep a run for her Oscars. “Hi, Holly,” said the perfectly bobbed Mary Grassweather, looking me over. “You look . . . great. How was your summer?” A loaded silence hung in the air as four nearby moms turned to hear my response. Miles had scampered off to gab with his friends, and I looked at them with a small shrug. “Well, you know, Tim and I split up, so it was kind of crazy, but I’m hanging in there.” “We heard,” said Emilia d’Angelo, with a faux-sadness in her eyes like that kitty-cat poster they sell in Hallmark. “I’m so sorry to hear it. But these things are usually for the best!”
