When he got home that evening she was waiting in the foyer, bags packed and setting beside her like faithful dogs. He had known of her affair; this was no surprise.
"I'm leaving," she said, her voice hard, cold and final.
"I can't stop you," he said. There was nothing else to say.
"All right then. Goodbye. My lawyer will call you and make arrangements."
He cab arrived and whisked her away. He stood for a moment, staring into the falling dusk; then took out his cell phone. "She's gone," he said. "I'll be with you in half an hour."
"I'm leaving," she said, her voice hard, cold and final.
"I can't stop you," he said. There was nothing else to say.
"All right then. Goodbye. My lawyer will call you and make arrangements."
He cab arrived and whisked her away. He stood for a moment, staring into the falling dusk; then took out his cell phone. "She's gone," he said. "I'll be with you in half an hour."
