But the gossip in their old town had reduced all this to something as cold as trading olive oil or raw marble. You want a green card, and I want a baby. They called it a bargain his mother made to sleep with a man she didn’t love, as many times as it took to have the child she wanted. How they were married for only a couple of years, how she was the only divorcing woman who, seven months pregnant, wished her husband well as he left her.

