"teacher in class. "The Divorce Fantasy will never happen," I mumble finally, staring at my fingernails. "The Divorce Fantasy will never happen," he repeats with emphasis. "The judge will never read a two-hundred-page dossier on Daniel's shortcomings aloud in court, while a crowd jeers at your ex-husband. He will never start his summing up, 'Ms. Graveney, you are a saint to have put up with such an evil scumbag and I thus award you everything you want.' " I can't help coloring. That is pretty much my Divorce Fantasy. Except in my version, the crowd throws bottles at Daniel too. "Daniel will never admit to being wrong," Barnaby presses on relentlessly. "He'll never stand in front of the judge, weeping and saying, 'Fliss, please forgive me.' The papers will never report your divorce with the headline: TOTAL SHIT ADMITS FULL SHITTINESS IN COURT." I can't help half-snorting with laughter. "I do know that." "Do you, Fliss?" Barnaby sounds skeptical. "Are you sure about that? Or are you still expecting him to wake up one day and realize all the bad things he's done? Because you have to understand, Daniel will never realize anything. He'll never confess to being a terrible human being. I could spend a thousand hours on this case, it would still never happen."