She found what she was looking for, one day too late.

Crystabelle's habit of tossing mail and other items aside would one day catch up with her.  What a mess she created, not only in her home, but in her life as well.  Her friends compalined that she never answered their calls in a timely matter.  She handled most things in this haphazard way. 

I'm like Scarlett O'Hara, she said in a bragging tone.  This, just another excuse for her inability to control her life. The faint smile she wore on her face spoke only of her insecurity. "Hmmph," she said shrugging her shoulders, "I don't have time for the mundane."  Yet, with trepidation, holding her breath, she began to go the piles of unopened mail on the bar.  Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, causing her makeup to run.  She wiped the beads away with the back of her hand. With trembling hands, she found what she was looking for, her divorce papers,  She quickly scanned the decree, she didn't want the divorce, she ignored all the summons and calls, and now, she was one day too late.

Today was that day.