She stared at the headline of the trashy woman’s magazine, “Celebrity couple split”, and wondered if the named couple had similar arguments over petty property things, like who would get the grandfather clock and wine collection, like ordinary people, like herself? Or did they argue over Gucci watches and Klein underwear? She smiled trying to imagine what slanging match would occur at their court mediation. The names meant nothing but she felt oddly close to them. It was comforting to know the rich and famous had ordinary problems too. The fluorescent light of the tiny room her solicitor had left…