She said: okay.
She said: Okay, Angela.
She said: let’s go in.
The courtroom was smaller than I had expected.
I had expected something larger.
But it was a county divorce proceeding on a Tuesday and the room was the appropriate size for what it was.
Which was the place where my life would be decided.
Thomas was already there.
He was in his good shirt, the blue one he wore when he wanted to make an impression, and he had gotten a haircut, and he had the relaxed quality of a man who believes the outcome is settled.
His lawyer was at the table across from ours.
I sat down and I folded my hands on the table in front of me.
I looked at them.
I did not look at Thomas.
His mother was in the front row of the gallery.
She was in her good navy suit.
