“Hi, I need my locks changed. Today.”
Then my second call.
“Carter & Lane Law Firm, how may we help you?”
“I’d like to file for divorce.”
By noon, the locks were changed.
By 12:30, Jack’s belongings were neatly packed and waiting in the garage.
He didn’t even wake up until I dragged his gaming chair across the floor.
“What are you doing?” he mumbled.
“Packing,” I said simply.
“For what?”
I didn’t answer.
He rubbed his eyes. “Did Mom call? They said they’d be here with their bags.”
“Oh,” I said sweetly. “I know.”
He didn’t even hear the ice in my voice.
I had a school event to attend, so I left the house calm, composed, and done.
The Call
Halfway through the principal’s speech about school spirit, my phone buzzed violently.
IN-LAWS.
I stepped into the hallway and answered.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Diane shrieked.
I pulled the phone back from my ear. “Sorry, could you repeat that?”
“You locked us out!! We have our bags!”
Jack’s voice joined in. “Emily, open the damn door!”
I crossed my legs elegantly. “Oh, Jack. You really didn’t think this would catch up to you, did you?”
Silence.
Then Harold growled, “You ungrateful little—”
