The Lawyer

A woman entered my office, sat down on the chair in front of my desk, began crying and telling her tale. At age twenty-one she had married her high school sweet heart. She had raised their kids and kept their home. Her husband for his part had brought home the bacon, watched Sunday night football and gone out for drinks with the guys.
One day he met Sally, a mistake his wife forgave.
Then came Susan, then Claire.
“Now what?” the woman asked.
“Divorce,” I said.
“Then what?”
“Pay my fee,”
“And then?” she said.
“Then I don’t care.”