Jumba-Pleakley-FC

He decided that he'd never liked his wife so much as when she was divorcing him. Exile from their home country was one thing, and he could take that in stride, if his government--idiots, backwards troglodytes, all of them!--was determined not to see that his work with DNA was crucially valuable to the future of biology.  But then, within six months of settling their household, Mathilde had to drag him through the American courts on divorce proceedings.  Oddly enough, he'd felt closer to her in those days than at any other time.  For a while, they'd both loathed each other, and in her haughty, husky tones he'd se