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“Da wheel “That had better not happen”

Talking to ot to speakshot down by Garrett, or questioned by any one of a hundred students It was the purest forht

I finished breakfast — a dry, crunchy granola bar — and turned through the University’s entrance Two huge rows of elms lined thelike colorful ants fro The chill of fall was a crisp snap in the October air

“You? Fix up a house?”

I could still hear Garrett’s hollow laugher Taste the cynicis from his smarmy, know-it-all voice

“What the hell do you know about repairing anything?”

It was stupid ofwith your ex-husband, al divorced

Just thinking about the whole situation hter We’d separated, split up, divorced… and yet there I was, still in the hoether Only it wasn’t a home anymore It was more like a prison Just one of the many reasons I’d taken this side project, so I could spend asinto it with him

“You barely fix anything around here,” he’d laughed “Look at this place It’s going to hell in a handbasket”

Hell in a handbasket Of all the overused phrases he regurgitated several times each week, this had to be one of the worst

“That’s probably because I hate this place,” I’d told him

He’d scoffed at me for that “You used to love it”

“Not anymore”

We’d been together five years,great We’d bought a house, adopted a dog, even talked about having kids Then, over dinner one night, Garrett simply announced he wasn’t in love with me anymore

“I’m sorry,” he said “That’s just how I feel”