“Still hurts, I bet,” I said. What can I say, commiseration was the only comfort I could offer.
“It means I won’t be eligible for a raise,” Janet said. “That hurts too.”
“Divorce is that expensive?”
“Not really. Doesn’t mean I want to live on alimony the rest of my life.”
I shrugged, softly. “Fair enough.” I gathered up enough courage to address what might’ve been the elephant in the room. “It’s because of me, isn’t it? You stuck your neck out for me and…”
“Oh Clark, honey, no.” she said. “This has nothing to do with you. Or if it does, it’s because Brollish is an idiot who wants to see a mature Little punished for daring to stand out.”