a pack of lightbulbs, a jar opener, a basic home-repair guide, and a printed list of four local handymen.
Her smile disappeared.
“Now you don’t need my husband anymore,” I said.
“Go ahead. Open it.”
A nervous laugh moved through the yard.
Vanessa forced one of her own. “Oh my gosh, Claire. This is so dramatic. I was joking.”
“No, you weren’t. You told me to prepare for divorce because you were going to take him.”
That killed the laughter.
She turned toward Irvin as if she expected him to rescue her from the moment she’d created. He walked over and put his arm around me instead.
That killed the laughter.
“Claire’s right,” he said. “Don’t call me for things around your house anymore. If something breaks, use one of those numbers.”
Vanessa’s face went red.
I didn’t make a speech. I took Irvin’s hand, and we left together.
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