Whoever has will be given more: whoever does not have, even what he thinks he has will be taken from him.
So I left the bitch, and moved in with my new girlfriend. Love, at last. After fifteen years of pretending to enjoy life I suddenly had the real thing, a loving kiss, great company, a warm bed at night. And after a few months some of the sheen had worn off, I'd found she did her hair with highlights and was a bit older than she'd made out, but still, she was a better bet than the other one. And it lasted that way, her saying that she loved me and me like a fool believing her, until the details of the divorce settlement came out and she discovered that my ex-wife was keeping most of the cash. She hadn't bargained for that, she'd wanted to give up work.
She didn't leave much in the flat, when she moved out. Not even a sofa. I had to start all over again, a third time. But, as it happens, I still have her shoes. Old-fashioned things, stilettos with super-high heels. Six inches, like women used to wear when I was young. "You fool," said my mother when she saw them. "Only prostitutes and gold-diggers wear that kind of thing now."
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