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The next afternoon, at her kitchen table while their children were at school, Scarlett confided in her best friend, Leela.
“You have no idea of a future for yourself?” Leela asked and poured milk into her Chai tea. “Is that what’s wrong? What about Troy? You have to be strong for him.”
The kitchen curtains swayed as though in a breeze, but the day was still.
Leela continued, “It’s the angst of our times. There’s a softball practice going on after the men come home from work. ‘For married people,’ I’m told. No wonder we have no goals. We’re nothing alone. Goals are for complete women. They tell us we’re not complete.
“What’s the point of it, anyhow? My in-laws in India keep asking me when I’m coming home again to find another man. I think they have one picked out for me.”
“I’m not
