Chapter Eight Page 19
Bennett (thinking): What did that mean? Does he know? Does he suspect–
Bennett (thinking): –oh! It’s the 27th!
That girl has taken up so much of my attention lately. Getting in trouble, needing constant supervision, being distractingly cute . . . And now, making me worry about her so much . . . that I completely forgot what day it was.
Sure, we had our problems. But for a while there, I really thought things could get better. Instead, they got worse.
The divorce went through a few months later, but it was really over on that day, six years ago. I thought I’d never forget . . . much less have to be reminded by a man who probably saw it on my Wikipedia entry.