Janet turned her head towards me. “I just finalized my divorce.” Her tone was that of the numb widow grieving at a funeral. She’d just reached the point where her mind had turned off her emotions and gone as clinical as it could in order to keep functioning.
“I’m so sorry!” I wasn’t. Not really. I’d never even met Mr. Grange. Didn’t know his first name. Didn’t even get to hear that knee slapper Janet had told Tracy months ago. I didn’t know the jagoff. All I knew is that my friend was hurting and when someone is hurting the best knee jerk reaction is to say that you’re sorry.
“Don’t be,” Janet said. “It was my idea.”
“Oh,” is all I said.