Just Coffee

I don’t recognize her at first. Different clothes, different hairstyle.

I smile, stand up.

“Thanks for coming,” I say. “You want coffee?”

“No thanks.”

She sits. Her face is leaner, the high cheekbones defined.

“You look great,” I say.

“I’ve been doing crossfit.”

“I hear that’s pretty grueling.”

She flexes her bicep. “It’s paying off.”

“Thanks for coming,” I say again.

“I had to come,” she says.

My heart leaps a little. “Sarah, I…”

She holds up her hand. “Don’t.”

She unsnaps her handbag and takes out a manila envelope.

“I didn’t want to have them serve you the papers.”

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  1. bearmkwa

    Ouch. That sounds like my Bro inlaw and ex-sisinlaw. She left him a note on the kitchen table, cleaned out the house, and said she’d be back for the rest, later. He’s never been the same, since.

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