Sunday, May 20, 2007

Ana sat at the table. Slipped out her sandals. Dunked her middle finger in the cup. Sucked the rum off.

"Hello again Mr. Chind," she wrote. "I've thought about your question. I have made my decisions. I don't want anything. Not from him. Everything I need has to come from me. And, removing him completely from our lives - in presence, financial support, court-ordered visitation - is THE only way for us to heal. The only way to take control. So, I outline the details only because it is necessary to argue for sole guardianship of my son."

Ana put the pen down. Sipped the rum. Walked to the sink. Poured the run down the drain.

She sat back down over the pad of paper. Then wrote: "The Details:"