JJ
Six weeks after I requested a quote for the shop’s third station, the supplier emailed to ask whether I was still interested.
I was. I just wasn’t ready to spend the money yet.
I had the message open when Marissa called.
“Donald’s attorney sent the revised property schedule,” she said.
I shut my office door. Stitch had a client arriving, and I wasn’t interested in turning my divorce into waiting-room entertainment.
“Did he finally give up on my machines?”
“He’s withdrawn the demand that you return them. Now we’re arguing over what, if anything, he’s entitled to receive for the items he claims were bought with marital funds.”
I looked through the window into my shop. Both machines were exactly where they belonged, one on my station and the other locked away as a backup.
“Please
