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again.
    “Isn’t that some kind of motorcycle?” Barbara asked.
    “Yes. He went out and bought the biggest, baddest, blackest bagger money can buy—the 2013 Honda Gold Wing F6B Deluxe. It’s a sleek, powerful, luxury touring motorcycle with all the goods and plenty of room for Trisha’s fat ass. He bought it when he turned fifty a month ago.”
    “That Wing is an old guys’ bike,” said Donny. “Marc can deny it all he wants, but he’s going through a classic midlife crisis. He’s never even driven a motorcycle.”
    I glared at my brother. “You knew about it?”
    “Guys talk.”
    I sneered. “Old guys talk. I’ve been doing research on this bike. It’s supposed to feature a lighter, leaner package.”
    “I’ve seen Trisha. There’s nothing light or lean about her, unless you count her brain.” Donny snorted.
    “Do you know that monster cost more than twenty thousand dollars?” I added. “Complete with all the creature comforts like a passenger backrest and heated grips.” Though I don’t know why Marc needs creature comforts now that he has Trisha.
    “I think he loves that bike even more than he loves Trisha. So I want to take it away from him.” I wasn’t usually this vindictive and vengeful, but in this case it felt really good. Maybe I needed to sunbathe at one of the Millennium Gardens pools and bake out all the bitchiness.
    “That can be arranged,” Barbara said. “That’s a boatload of money. Did he tell you he was going to buy it?”
    “Of course not. He just came home with it one day. He won’t let me near his most precious possession.”
    “While we’re on the subject of possessions, I want you to make a list of all your possessions, your personal possessions, his, and the things you own jointly,” Barbara instructs. “And I’ll need copies of your most recent tax returns. Also any financial information you can get your hands on, bank and money market account numbers and his pension plan information, IRAs, things like that. He may be hiding money from you, but I’ve got a good accountant. If Marc’s hiding anything, we’ll find it. My guy is like a bloodhound when it comes to the money trail.”
    Okay. A barracuda and a bloodhound. A divorcee’s dream team.
    “So you’ll handle my divorce?” I asked. I hoped so, because I can’t exactly call 1-800-DIVORCE. Marc and I were pretty well known in the community, and it would be a high profile case, especially with Barbara handling it.
    “Of course. We’ll be back in Atlanta as soon as we get your mother packed up. Just call my office and make an appointment at your convenience. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into that horny bastard. And to think I actually liked him. He’s a top-notch attorney, too. Oh, well, I guess I’m not such a good judge of character. Meanwhile, I’m going to get a private detective on Marc and Trisha right away. Especially now that you’re out of town, their guard will be down. He’ll check Marc’s cell phone records, tap into his computer at home and at the office, see what sites he likes to visit.”
    “Sites?” I asked, confused.
    “You know, porn sites.”
    “Marc would never do that,” I argued.
    “Did you ever think he would cheat on you?” Barbara reasoned. “How well do you really know your husband, Honey?”
    I thought I knew everything about Marc. But I couldn’t explain the Thanksgiving pictures of naked Trisha.
    “We’ve been married for more than twenty years,” was all I could manage.
    “Still, I’ll bet he has a private e-mail account. My guess is he’s made his personal travel arrangements over the Internet. Maybe he even has a little love nest tucked away somewhere.”
    I didn’t even want to think about that. “It sounds complicated,” I lamented.
    “Divorce takes time,” Barbara pointed out. “It’s more than just an irritation or a bump in the road. You have to be committed to this process, Honey. But you’re ahead of the game. You don’t use his