She finished adding the new delivery to inventory and set out the brushes. She sorted the yarn and quickly started a holiday display.
Cozy Crafts was on the west side of the island, next to Island Chic, a clothing store. The clientele consisted of both tourists and locals. Deanna taught scrapbooking, basic quilting and basic knitting. She coordinated the other instructors. She’d been the one to convince Boston to give an introductory painting class two years ago. The class that had led to an article in a national travel magazine. But did any of that matter to Colin?
She glanced toward the windows at the front of the store and thought briefly about tossing a chair through the glass. Not that the action would help her current situation, but she had to do something. Every part of her hurt. She was frustrated and scared and angry.
Divorce. The very thought of it made her whole body clench. She didn’t want to be divorced. She didn’t want the stigma, the struggle. She didn’t want the pity or the gloating.
Without wanting to, she remembered her mother standing in the middle of the horrible little kitchen of their disgusting, dirty house.
“Make sure when you marry a man, you keep him,” the other woman had said. “Ain’t nothing worse than being without a man.”
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