Hobart hesitated. “I did.”
“And?” I prompted, holding my breath.
“He said to go ahead.”
I frowned. “That"s it? Just "go ahead"?”
Hobart paused, his shoulders hunched, hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “He said—and I quote—"tell her that because of our situation, we cannot be together, and if she feels it necessary to get a divorce, then go ahead." End of quote.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Rick said quickly, sounding angry. “What"s going on? Girlfriend, we need to talk!”
I gave a heavy sigh. “You know I was married to Vasyl, right?”
“Right,” Rick nodded.
“Well, things sort of went bad, and he couldn"t be near me because of a blood thing, and so I had someone start the divorce proceedings.” Actually, I had begun this back when I couldn"t remember my own name, let alone who
