Becky was finally getting her divorce. She'd wanted it for years but it would always seem that she was the 'bad guy' if she divorced him. She had even tried to drive him to divorce her.

He never did. She came to believe that he, Martin, actually believed in and took his vows seriously. That seemed good, but not after 10 or so years of being married.

So, finally she was going to file and deal with whatever came up. Meanwhile she stuck the container of stuff she had in her purse, into the refrigerator. She thought about putting a label on it telling Martin not to eat it.

She wasn't exactly sure what it was...food or some experimental concoction from one of her catty friends who thought she deserved to be 'free'. The friend had said, well she outlandishly claimed, that if anyone ate it they might transform ...she thought it was, into a dog...or something.