The day the army returned victorious, my husband and I swapped bodies in the middle of an argument. In the end, I took his place on the battlefield, while he endured every hardship in my little courtyard. When I returned triumphant, he looked at me, tears in his eyes and words caught in his throat. I handed him the divorce letter that was five years overdue, then walked away without looking back. “Now that I’ve known freedom, how could I ever trap myself in a little courtyard again?”
