“I’d love a coffee, if you don’t mind,” Herb said.
“Make that two,” Stone said.
“Ash?” Joan asked.
“Sparkling water, please.”
She left to get the drinks.
“How are you feeling, Sara?” Stone asked.
“Much better, thank you.” She lifted the wrist splint. “I’m hoping I can get rid of this by the end of the week.”
“And how is your aunt doing?”
“Well enough to argue with the medical staff about how soon she can be released.”
“That sounds like Hillary,” Stone said. “Have they indicated when that might happen?”
“The soonest won’t be until the weekend, which, as you might imagine, didn’t go over well.”
“I bet not.”
“I’m actually more concerned about Uncle Jack,” she said.
“How so?”
“I think he’s taking the accident hard. He seems distracted, and anytime I try to talk to him, he tells me not to worry about anything, then locks himself in his study.”
“I’m sure his mood will improve when your aunt gets home,” Stone said.
“I hope so.”
“How about we talk about some good news,” Herb said.
“Yes, please,” Sara said.
From his briefcase, Herb removed a thin stack of stapled papers and set them in front of Sara.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Your divorce agreement.”
She let out a resigned sigh. “You mean another one he won’t sign.”
“No. I mean yourfinaldivorce agreement.”
She stared at him as if he’d spoken in ancient Greek. “Final?”
He nodded, then said, “Take a look at the last page.”
She flipped through to the end, and her mouth fell open. “Leonard has already signed it?”
“The courier package was waiting on my desk this morning.”
“This is fantastic, Herb,” Stone said. “I was under the impression he’d been trying to make the divorce as difficult as possible.”
“He has,” Sara said.
