The day Maggie heard her husband's office burned down, she was heartbroken. Never again would he refuse a restaurant table, niggle about a hotel room or carp about the Yankees or the Giants. But actually, the disaster was worse than she thought. Harold wasn't in the building. He was in bed with a twenty-three-year-old. He didn't even have the decency to go for a bimbo; he was with a beautiful graduate student, younger, firmer, prettier and brighter than Maggie. Now he's leaving her, and Maggie has to pull herself together. Who should she listen to? The lawyer who's certain he's diddling her on the settlement? Janine, fashionista and benevolent bully, whose motto is "A bitch in time does fine"? Or her overbearing mother, who keeps pointing out that a woman Maggie's age is statistically more likely to be kidnapped by aliens than to find another man?