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."

"but it's so unfair." i can feel a ball of frustration. "he is a terrible human being."

"i know. he's a shit. so don't dwell on him. flush him out of your life. gone."

"it's not as easy as that," i mutter after a pause. "he is the father of my child."

"i know," says barnaby more gently. "i didn't say it was easy."

there's silence for a while. i stare at my office clock, watching the crappy plastic hand tick round. at last i slump right down, resting my head in the crook of my elbow.

"god, divorce."

"divorce, eh," says barnaby. "man's greatest invention."

"i wish i could just ... i dunno." i sigh heavily. "wave a magic wand and our marriage never happened. except noah. i'd keep noah and the rest would all be a bad dream."

"you want an annulment, that's what you want," says barnaby cheerfully.

"an annulment?" i stare at the phone suspiciously. "is that a real thing?"

"real enough. it means the contract is null and void. the marriage never existed. you'd be amazed how many clients ask for one."

"could i get one?"

i'm seized by this idea. maybe there's some cheap, easy way round this i haven't seen before. "annulment." null and void. i like the sound of that a lot. why didn't barnaby mention this before?

"not unless daniel was a bigamist," says barnaby. "or forced you into marriage. or you never consummated it. or one of you was mentally unfit at the time."

"me!" i say at once. "i was crazy to even think of marrying him."

"that's what they all say." he laughs. "won't wash, i'm afraid."

my spark of hope slowly dies away. damn. i wish daniel had been a bigamist now. i wish some original wife in a mormon bonnet would pop up and say, i got there first! and save me all this trouble.

"i guess we'll have to stick with the divorce," i say at last. "thanks, barnaby. i'd better go before you charge me another thirty thousand pounds just for saying hi."

"quite right." barnaby never sounds remotely offended, whatever i say. "but before you do, you're still going to france, right?"

"yes, tomorrow."

noah and i are heading off for two weeks to the c