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My phone rings. Mom. I programmed her in a few months ago—when I realized that, no matter what the future holds, I want her in my life.
“It’s done.” I’m not completely sure what my mother is talking about, but the exuberance in her voice is contagious.
“What is?”
“I called Dwight and told him that, if he didn’t sign immediately, I’d out him as a child molester and take him for all he’s worth. So, he agreed to give me everything I asked for and signed the papers this afternoon.”
“Papers?” I was in the middle of studying Sanskrit and am finding it difficult to compute this new, unexpected information.
“Divorce. There’s a ninety-day mandatory waiting period in the state of Pennsylvania, so it’s not all finalized, but the important thing is there’s money for you. A lot of money.”
“Mo
