The Fifth Line

I got divorced once. I cannot do that - blow my life up like that - again. So where does that leave me?

The other day, my daughter pointed to one of the jagged lines criss-crossing her palm. What are those cracks?, she wanted to know. So I pulled up a sort of Palmistry 101 website, and we sat there, labeling each one. Alright, so that one’s your life line, I told her. That spot where it divides in two — that’s when something big changes, like maybe you ge…