The story so far:
64: She was disappointed by that. Divorce is so mundane, she complained. But nevertheless, I pointed out, very convenient.
65: I left my husband the next day. He watched me go, uncomprehending as a kicked puppy. I bit down my shame and thought of my witch.
66: “Where did my Alexis go?” he asked. “This isn’t like you.” “Thank God,” I answered. “I’d rather be someone else.”
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