The Yee-haw Woman Next Door

Between the two of us, Cara was always the smarter one, ready with a solution to almost every situation. ‘FML, no, wait, FYL,’ she said. ‘Fuck my life? Thanks for the succinct summary, but that’s not helping.’ ‘What do you expect me to say? You dropped one bombshell after another. I’m still trying to process everything.’ So I waited. The rain had stopped. ‘Where are you right now?’ Cara asked. ‘In my car, on Canning Street.’ ‘What time is it over there?’ I checked my phone. ‘Six minutes to ten.’ ‘Well, I guess the first order of business is to find a hotel and hole up for a while. I don’t think you want to go home right now, do you?’ ‘No.’ ‘Good. As for the divorce…’ ‘Yes?’ ‘I think you should sign the papers.’ ‘Cara!’ ‘What? I can hear you just fine. No need to shout. Let me finish.’ ‘Okay.’ ‘You are just twenty-five. Young, rich, beautiful—well, not as beautiful as me, but you’re not bad-looking, I guess.’ ‘Thanks a bunch, Cara.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Why would you want to waste your li