Fool's Gold

There's a giant cardboard box outside my door. The mailman delivers things casually like that, despite my seedy location.

It's from Godiva Chocolates. It's too early to be a birthday present. I tear it open and dig past the styrofoam packing and fancy coolant pouches that keep my chocolate perfect in August.

I learn nothing from the packing slip, so I dig further to the actual card on the box. Maybe it's from one of the slightly rich men I've been making myself date. If so, I will have to take one of them more seriously.

It isn't. It's a thank you from my divorce lawyer. I'm scared to eat it. Will it make me more divorced?

A gift message for me.