Our divorce had been both bitter and public, she accusing me of not only an affair, but of orchestrating her downfall, so I was surprised to get the invitation to her big comeback art opening, “Rebirth”.
I arrived a few minutes late. Her partner, Meagan, reassured me and told me to enter the gallery through the long, titillating narrow hallway.
Arriving to applause, laughter and the flashing of cameras I took my bearings and realized that I was walking out from between the legs of an anatomically correct female sculpture.
“To my rebirth and revenge,” she said, Champagne held high.
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