out.”
“No.”
“How is everybody supposed to live?”
Watching morning traffic through the hotel window, I replied:
“Grant, they’re adults.” BrowseReference
“You’re punishing my family.”
“I’m not taking their money. I’m stopping them from spending mine.”
“We’re married. Your money is family money.”
Previously, that statement would’ve prompted a lengthy explanation from me.
Not this time.
“Send me anything else in writing.”
I hung up.
That afternoon, I consulted divorce attorney Rebecca Sloan.
She was in her early fifties, direct and intelligent without seeming unkind.
She neither urged divorce nor
