“Don’t marry him,” Mom said. “He’ll ruin your life,” she said. Joan smiled to herself as she made her way through the courthouse after a successful divorce.
The proceeding hadn’t taken long at all, at least, not once she found her husband’s off shore accounts. He was more scared of the IRS than handing her half his net worth.
Oh well, I guess only losing half is better than all.
She stopped at hearing her married name. “I’m Miss Tomalin, now.”
The young man smiled. “I’m Max Penchot, IRS. Would you please come with me?”
He wouldn’t have…