“I know.”
“So, my dear, what are you going to do now?”
“Obviously, I’m going to divorce the son-of-a-bitch.”
“Language!”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright. I suppose I can’t be too angry with you, given the circumstances. What I meant to say is, will you be coming home now?”
“You mean back to Rhode Island?!”
“Well, yes. This is your home, after all.”
“Mee-Maw, I have my practice here in New York, and I refuse to uproot myself just because I’m getting a divorce.”
“Sweetie, I highly doubt your parents will allow you to stay there after everything that was shared on the internet. Death threats are not to be taken lightly, even as a Silverton.”
“Allow me? I’m not a child anymore, Mee-Maw, and you, more than anyone else, should know that I make my own decisions in life. I won’t abandon ship just
