in which the narrator meets her ex-husband in the street on her way to return a library book:
Hello, my life, I said. We had once been married for twenty-
seven years, so I felt justified.
He said, What? What life? No life of mine.
I said O.K. I don't argue when there's real disagreement.
from Granta: Saving Grace
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