Over lunch, I was telling Elizabeth the Anna story, and about how, last week, Anna bizarrely sent me a photo of herself filling out her divorce paperwork.
"Huh? Why?" Elizabeth asked, much like I did.
"My theory is that she thinks this is why I won't go out with her. Because she's still married."
Elizabeth could barely restrain her amusement at the thought of my possessing this particular ethic. Her mouth disappeared as she sucked in her lips to suppress a guffaw.