It had started almost exactly when the Sunday-dinner rules had become stricter.
Anna hadn’t left Sophie only a warning.
She’d left her a map.
Daniel and Margaret had followed almost the same path twice.
This time, there were two women comparing notes.
Daniel couldn’t call both of them crazy and expect nobody to notice.
Sophie filed for divorce.
Anna reopened her financial claim with the new documentation.
Whether every dollar would ever be recovered, we didn’t know.
But Daniel’s version of his first marriage collapsed quickly once his second wife produced the same complaints, the same patterns, and records from both relationships.
Margaret called me repeatedly.
I finally answered.
“You destroyed their marriage.”
“No.”
“You filled Sophie’s head with nonsense.”
“I didn’t write Anna’s letter.”
Silence.
“She doesn’t understand marriage.”
I almost laughed.
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“Does marriage require eating in the kitchen?”
“It’s about respect.”
