Some low-key, occasionally wry musings from a columnist for the Los Angeles Herald Examiner--of possible interest to those going through the throes of post-divorce adjustment. After her husband ran off with her girlfriend, Marilyn Willison, an admitted romanticist and traditionalist, experienced all the expected pangs of loneliness and rejection; she still stores the Valentine's Day card her husband sent to her a month before he took leave. She also insists that her two sons need her presence more than they need her to find them a new father--an unpopular notion in her social circle. But whether she's recording the gradual lessening of pain on the day her ex-husband remarries, bowing her head to his litany of complaints about the way the boys are being raised, or dealing with the frustrations of becoming a writer, Willison comes across as honest, instinctively kind, and competent in spite of herself--a person with whom more than one might identify. Not a startling contribution to the literature of divorce, then, but one woman's aid-and-comfort to the embattled.