Vera received Ted's declaration of divorce by turning and leaving the room. She called Mary Dryvage, the divorce attorney she'd hired nine months earlier.
Vera had confessed that while twenty years with Ted could easily have turned into thirty, she'd already left him in body and mind.
She knew that Ted had been running through graduate students for years and figured one day he'd fall into a pit that he couldn't pull out of.
Between the freezing mornings in the clay studio followed by the fiery nights at the kiln, Vera told Mary that she'd fallen for her seventy year old Japanese ceramic teacher whose wife had recently died. Mary said dryly, the market is up, your sales are astonishing, you've got an agent, we're selling the house and you are moving to Santa Fe where you'll be incredibly happy...and well off. Mr. Horikoshi does not want you anyway.
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There's something about the spare, yet often very sensuous tone, of your writing that I find very compelling. I can never begin reading one of your pieces and stop before I've reached the end. And this one is no exception. I particularly love Mary's advice at the end. Her final sentence is just perfect!
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