This is how
my aunt Margaret left her husband.
Took him to a
posh neighborhood, shortly after his
company had been
stiffed on a
construction job, forcing him to file
bankruptcy. She parked the car in front of one of the
swell mansions and shut it off.
She said, "
We will never live like this."
She said, "
We will never have nice things."
She said, "
I'm leaving you," and did.
Came out some agonizing
months later that she had taken my now
ex-uncle to the neighborhood of her
lover, a
doctor and
wealthy gaddabout. Had parked in front of
his mansion.
The
divorce became
final the week my
grandmother died, but up there in the front pew,
the doctor (as we call him) beside her, she looked
strangely serene, a bit of a
blushing bride.
None of us say much to
aunt Margaret anymore.
She is a
tiny woman, looks
withered beyond her years from
chain-smoking and
piety, and whatever the
doctor ordered (true to the
soap operatic nature of this story,
there were prescription drugs involved).
To sum:
she is evil, she should burn.