“I want a divorce, Mitch,” she said casually, in between licks of her double chocolate ice cream cone.
“Sorry, Marisa, we can’t afford one,” he replied in an equally casual tone as he also enjoyed his ice cream cone, this one of mint chocolate.
They were sitting on a bench in the middle of an extremely busy, loud and raucous mall waiting for their kids to come out of the cinema where they were enjoying the latest Harry Potter movie. Mitch had his arm around Marisa’s shoulders and she had her head resting on his. They switched cones midway.
“Well, how much does a divorce cost?” she asked, taking a lick of the mint chocolate.
“The divorce itself not much I’m thinking, if you only count the lawyer fees and if it’s an amiable one.”
“Are there ever amiable ones?” she asked.