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EVERETTE:

Beatrice looked at me as if I had grown horns. “Did I hear it right?” She pointed to herself. “You want me to approve the divorce?”

I nodded.

“How could you suggest that?”

Putting my hand on my neck, I massaged it while I groaned inwardly seeing the reaction from her. I wouldn't blame her.

“You hear it right. I don't want you to suffer anymore. You're not happy in your husband's arms. So what’s the point of staying in that relationship? No offense, Beatrice but I wanted you to be happy. That’s all.”

The guests started pouring in and sat far from us. If they approached us, Beatrice and I needed to look for some private place to continue what we had started.

She grabbed the plastic cup and squeezed it tight until it crumpled under her hand.

I flinched and asked if I said the right words. Bea also had a temper when she no longer could not hold herself.

She slammed the plastic cup on the counter. The other watched us.

“Don’t you know divorce is a serious matter in our famil