Seeing as she made that money at a job she’d never lose, Hix’s lawyer had told him to fight her for a settlement since she got everything and he walked away with the old desk his father had given him for his apartment in college and some boxes of other shit that had meaning but no value.
Their divorce agreement meant he left her with the house and the furniture, and since she made enough money he didn’t have to pay child support. It was still clean as a pin, like she liked it, tidy, like kids didn’t live there, and well-decorated in a way they both had liked it. That had to have been four, maybe five months ago.īut it looked just the same. She’d demanded he come get any of his stuff that he’d want, and after they’d gone around about it for weeks, he’d done it. He followed her and he did it thinking he’d forgotten to keep track of the time since he’d last been in his old house. She reached to the storm door and Hix got out of the way as she pushed it open, greeting, “Hixon.” Instead she was wearing nice slacks and a pretty top, not like she normally made herself up in some jeans and a sweater, with just mascara and blush and whatever she did with her hair when she did it quick for when she had a day of running Mamie around and working for her dad. Hope stood there made up like they were actually going to Jameson’s, but without a nice dress. He was at the door with his hand lifted to ring the bell when the door opened. He did it staring at his old front porch thinking he needed to invest in some furniture to put on his for Greta. THAT NIGHT, HIX parked at the curb of the house he’d once called home and walked up the front walk. She shouted, “Yup!” into the salon as she walked through, and I noticed my client staring at her curiously. She turned, nabbed an industrial-sized bottle of conditioner and turned back, strutting right by me and throwing open the door. love that.” She leaned back and cackled before she said, “Yup. And second, when you said to Hix that what you two have is gonna work, he said, ‘yup.’” She leaned right into my space.
“First, you got something to fight for and you’re finally freaking fighting for it, and since it’s worth it that makes me all kinds of happy. When I was done, she was grinning like a fool. I didn’t have a lot of time so I laid it all out for her as best I could. I just watched you go from looking like you wanted to commit murder to looking like a cat who got her cream. We hung up and Lou declared, “Your client’s here.” You have time to hit the Harlequin for lunch?”
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