A Happy Saul

Allie's divorce was the last one to go through. As her and Teddy signed the papers, Teddy looked devastated; Allie, grimly satisfied. She retained custody. She retained the house. She got plenty of other assets to keep her afloat. She'd upgraded from a small dicked white boy to an African.

"How you did it is beyond me," Saul said joyously to Elizabeth.

"A lot of elbow grease and a little luck. You've done well for yourself. Divorce king of the neighborhood."

Saul looked as Allie went to the car with Oussama, the Somalian man's hand all over her ass. Meanwhile Teddy and a worn-down prostitute went to his car.

"There goes the neighborhood," he joked. Elizabeth didn't laugh.