CHAPTER 13Len
Len felt like hollering. He felt like sending Margie a dozen roses—two dozen. For she had been right. Wasn’t she always right? His attorney had just called him at work: Laurel had accepted the terms of the divorce agreement. She was insisting on some minor modifications, his attorney had said. But the custody. She had agreed to the custody. She would not pay child support; he would not pay alimony. She would get the house, mostly paid for, and all the money in their savings account. And he—he would be free. He felt an unexpected bubble of gratitude rise in his chest. She was giving him the girls. Oh, thank you, Laurel, he thought. Thank you.
It took Len only one day to make the arrangements. The receptionist at the student housing office had frowned at him.
“These apartmen
