Margie stood there with a set expression as Diane threw open the door and hugged her.
“So glad to see you, darling!”
“Mom, I have something to tell you.”
“Me too!” Diane whispered conspiratorially.
She propelled Margie up the stairs to her old bedroom.
Margie blinked as the light glinted off the metallic drum set in the centre of the room.
“Dad turned it into his band room, since you won’t need it anymore. Cool, right?”
Margie swallowed the lump in her throat and said, ‘ Darn cool!’
Inside her handbag lay the divorce notice from her husband of five years.
I am a Write Tribe Pro Blogger– Trying to blog everyday for a year.
Today is Day 68
Also linking this to Day 9 of the October Ultra Blog Challenge