She thinks about a case she has on at work, a divorcing couple arguing primarily over a set of china plates but of course, really, over a betrayal. She shouldn’t have taken it on, she has over three hundred cases already. But Mrs. Vichare had looked at Jen in that first meeting and said, “If I have to give him those plates, I will have lost every single thing I love,” and Jen hadn’t been able to resist. She wishes she didn’t care so much – about divorcing strangers, about neighbors, about bloody pumpkins – but she does.
