It was public knowledge that Martha coped really well when her husband of 30 years left her for an older, fatter model named Gloria. Everyone told her so.
‘You’re coping really well,’ said her sister, Ruth, ‘welcome to the singles club.’
‘You’re coping really well,’ said her friend, Louise, ‘life doesn’t end just because you haven’t got a man, does it, Dave?’
‘You’re coping really well,’ said her son, Ed, ‘can I borrow £10, just until my student loan comes in? I can’t ask dad.’
Martha stirred her tea with a pencil and thought about the day Dan left, two weeks before.
‘Our relationship has gone stale, it’s different with Gloria,’ he had said, ‘she and I have so much in common.’
Martha had considered this for a minute. She…
