Chapter 4 divorce agreement

The plane won't leave until the next morning, but Judy is packed and ready to go.Of course, she should wait for Harry to come back. She had promised Harry that she would wait for him to come back, but she had no intention of waiting. The day before yesterday, before Harry flew to Maine in the north, he had told him: "You only go for a few days, and we will sign after you come back." However, after waiting for him to come back, she flew to that charming beach up.Why should she be in such a hurry to divorce Harry? After finishing her second cup of coffee, she grabbed a newspaper and lit a cigarette.As far as she was concerned, there was no urgency about the divorce. Harry should be in a hurry. He was in a hurry to marry Mary. In order to achieve this goal, he would agree to all the conditions she proposed, even at all costs.

She finished the paper and studied the advertisements for ermine furs and diamonds, which were so popular with ladies, but Harry had long since stopped buying them.He noticed some earrings that matched the pearl necklace on her neck very well. She just wanted to tear off the advertisement, but wanted to see if she had overlooked something on the reverse side, but the reverse side was just an obituary bulletin board.Just as she was about to turn it over, she caught sight of a name on the obituary column, and took a closer look: "Hammond City, Lady Mary died suddenly at the age of forty-five, scheduled for eleven o'clock this Monday morning at Whipple Funeral Home A memorial service will be held."

It took her several minutes to feel that she was not dreaming and believe that it was the truth.She said to herself: "Poor Miss Mary is the worst person in the scene. But what a joke Harry has played on her death!" Smiling, she tore up the obituary and put it in her wallet.Maybe she could play another joke and send the obituary to Harry from Florida. Judy seemed about to laugh at the thought, and she didn't until an idea popped into her head.Mary's death may cause Harry and her to renegotiate the terms of the divorce.If this happened, it would be miserable.She stubbed out the cigarette in her hand, thinking, then not only would she not be able to share any more property, she would not even be able to share any of it.

Unless a divorce agreement is signed with Mary before Harry gets Mary's death, that's her only hope.Once he got home, he might not know soon enough, someone might call him, maybe he would call Mary himself.She could picture Harry now, in his log cabin in Maine, closing the cabin for the winter.The cabin does not have a telephone.So, she has nothing to wait for. She stuffed the papers into her purse, put on her coat, grabbed the car keys, and ran outside to the garage. On the drive to Maine, she rejoiced in her cleverness, her wit, her ability to turn things around, and imagined how to deal with Harry's suspicion of her sudden arrival.The car drove into Harry's industrial area in Maine and parked the car next to Harry's car. This industrial area was the legacy of Harry's old uncle. Like Harry, the old uncle liked to raise and watch birds.As she got out of the car and walked towards the cabin, a gust of cold wind made her shiver.

She opened the door and walked in. She was surprised that the room was very warm, and suddenly remembered that there was an electric heater in the cabin. This Harry told her that Harry himself was not afraid of the cold, and he was a ten electric heater.He took off his coat, sat in a musty chair, lit a cigarette, and waited for his return. I really hope he comes back soon and ends this matter sooner.When I finished smoking a cigarette and wanted to light another one, it was gone. Why not buy a pack when you stop for gas?She carefully checked the purse, hoping to find one out of nowhere, but unfortunately, there were no cigarettes in it.

She couldn't help pacing up and down in the cabin.He thought that if Harry knew the news of Mary's death before signing, things would be difficult.Every thought of the possibility made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, and she couldn't help but want to smoke a cigarette, even a menthol cigarette like Harry smoked, but there was no such thing.Harry's old leather jacket hung on a hook by the door, and she rummaged through his pockets, still empty of cigarettes.However, in the clear pocket on his breast, he found Harry's wallet.Strange, he was always with me, and never forgot at home.I checked the wallet carefully and found some ordinary things, such as money, credit cards and so on.She looked through it carefully again to see if there were any photos of their wedding, and sure enough he was still pretending.She pulled it out and looked, and couldn't help screaming.

Harry drew a vampire-like fang with a pen on her beautiful face, and drew two big "money" on her pair of elegant eyes. She stared at the photograph, trying to reconcile this aspect of her husband's personality with the one she knew.He must have despised her!How could Harry, who is gentle and soft-spoken, who can't even hit a fly, draw such a picture? Oh, and he's still a very crafty thing.There seemed to be a photo of himself with Mary next to her scribble.They looked at each other affectionately and silently, and a neat line of words was written under the photo: "Harry, my love, I will always love you, Mary.

Enraged, she struck a match and burned the scribbled picture of herself, and then he took Mary's obituary out of his wallet and stuffed it into his.She also wrapped it skillfully, wrapping it around a photo of the two of them together, then sandwiching it between two five-dollar bills, and tucking it into the banknote layer.He will see it.She quickly put the wallet in his pocket when she heard footsteps outside the door. Harry came in, binoculars slung across his chest, a pipe protruding from the pocket of his wool plaid shirt.He took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. "I saw the car outside," he said, looking at her strangely. "May I ask what brought you here?"

"Harry," she lied, "I have already booked with the travel agency to go on the trip. The travel agency called this morning. They have changed their plans. The boat will leave at noon tomorrow. Because there is still time, I promise you to wait for your signature at home." , So, I want to sign the letter before leaving, so I might as well come here." He looked at her suspiciously: "Is that the only reason?" Her pulse was beating fast, " What do you mean?" "Forgive me if I guess wrong this time. However, you have never been so cooperative." "Do you want to sign?" She pulled the document from her purse and gave him a copy of the document. Pen.

After signing both documents, she put hers in her purse and he kept hiss in his leather jacket next to his wallet. "Well," he said softly, "it's done." "When the paperwork is over, are you going to marry Mary?" "I'm going to marry her, if you must know." She smiled. "Judy," he said, "now that the two of us have settled the matter very civilly, maybe I can give you a ride back to town, the weather station is reporting a blizzard, so I might not be able to ride tomorrow airplane." "Harry," she said, "I can't spend the night here just because you're giving a ride."

"We can leave in more than an hour," he told her, "we can each drive a car down the mountain, and when we pass the airport, where can I store the car, but," he said, he took it out of a locker A bag of miscellaneous grains, "I need ten minutes to scatter these miscellaneous grains outside for the birds to eat, and then I get 'Warabu' to pick up some things I ordered." Speaking of this, without waiting for her consent, Reaching out to take off the leather jacket, he walked out. The last thing she liked was having Harry accompany her home.As soon as he disappeared into the woods behind the house, she planned to drive on the road. However, she needs a cigarette, and she needs it badly.Where is Harry most likely to keep his cigarettes?As she searched the room, her eyes fell brightly on the most likely place: a desk. In the top drawer, she found a flashlight, candle and matches, but no smoke.She opened the next drawer, which contained informative instructions on how to shut off the damper on the fireplace, how to light a kerosene lamp, and how to shut off and drain water from a drainpipe. She pushed the instructions aside and tried to open the third drawer.Inside was a metal safe, locked.She hardly expected to find any cigarettes in it, but there was a wallet, and there might be something in it she should have looked at, given the experience.She looked at the lock, and with the proper tool, it could be opened, of course, so Harry would know it was her.However, she no longer has anything to do with him, and they're settled once and for all, and there's nothing to worry about anymore. She hurried into the kitchen and found a small pointed knife.After inserting the tip of the knife into the keyhole, she dug up and down, one after the other, until it clicked slightly, and the lock of the box suddenly opened. She lifted the lid, and there were some envelopes inside.She picked up an envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper; it had yesterday's date in Harry's own handwriting.I took a casual look at it, and there are hundreds of stocks listed above, including general stocks and international business machinery stocks, all of which are at current prices.In the second envelope she found another surprise—a copy of Uncle Harry's will.She started to read the content, but didn't read Uke. She was taken aback when she read it, and then she realized where the money for buying those stocks came from.Also, in terms of alimony, she was cheated.If this will is true, then Harry is very, very rich. She didn't look any further.Anger mixed with suspicion made her almost unable to hold on to the will.She put the will back in the box and put the whole box back in the bottom drawer.Yes, Harry had lied to her, kept it a secret, and now there was nothing she could do.The lawyer once warned her that once she signed it, even if she went to court again, she would have no chance to increase the alimony. She must get back the agreement she just signed!Of course, Harinin would not let it go, but if that was the case—she kicked the drawer and closed the door—she would be glad to attend his funeral.Why not be his widow? Of course, she could be his widow!Harry be damned.Best of all, she had a perfect chance.She can go home with him, then there will be long nights and dreams, who will be sure to win?However, she has to plan to make things seem like accidents.She checked her watch.Harry says he's going to 'Warrab' after the birdseed , about an hour away. That would give her enough time, but how could she think clearly without a cigarette?Hearing Harry's footsteps and seeing him coming back with an empty bag, she hurried over to greet him. "Harry," she forced a smile, "I'd like a cigarette." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, but there was only one left.She lit the cigarette and took a deep breath, "Is there only one?" He nodded, "When I'm not around, if you need it, come and buy it with me." "I... still you Go buy it!" "I'll buy one," he said, "but first I'm going to drain the pipe so that I can be on my way as soon as I get back." And he began to walk down the basement stairs. "Wait a minute," she said.The ladder might be just what she was looking for. "Don't turn off the water just yet. I might need water while you're away." "That's right," he agreed. "Then I'll turn it off when I get back." As soon as she heard his car go, she went to the basement door and turned on the light. A stone step led down, and the ladder had no handrails.But Harry went up and down a lot, and he couldn't be more familiar with him. Even in the dark, he could figure it out.If he fiddled with the electric light above his head, he would have to change the bulb.However, she had another idea in her mind, and that idea made her wonder why she hadn't thought of it sooner.Her pearl necklace.Take off the necklace, count the gold beads, there are forty-three.Each one is so brilliant, so smooth.Cut the string of beads and walk back to the stone staircase.On all fours, she scattered the beads on the first stone step, then, standing up, removed the light bulb, shaking it violently until the filament inside snapped.At this time, she was still doubting in her heart, what should she do if Harry fell and was seriously injured, but still lingered?After putting the light bulb back into the lamp holder, she made a decision: "If necessary, she will reward him with a few more scars on his head, and then retrieve the gold beads and the divorce agreement." But what if Harry wants to use a flashlight?So, she took out the only flashlight she found on the desk, took out the battery, soaked it in salt water, took it out, wiped it clean, and put it back in the flashlight.She flicked the switch of the flashlight, and it went out.She had to be there untouched so as not to arouse his suspicions.Harry has poor eyesight and it is unlikely he could see the beads even with a candle lit.At this time she wanted to smoke again, but without cigarettes, she had to sleep. But now, how could she sleep well?Harry won't be back until half an hour later, maybe she should take a nap, she has a long drive today and a trip to Florida tomorrow.So she went into the bedroom and was going to lie down for a while until Harry came back. The bed was bare and empty, and she looked in the closet, but found no blankets or sheets.However, it doesn't matter, just lie on the bare mattress, wrap it in a coat, and close your eyes. When she woke up, the room was dark and cold, and she could feel tingling in her cheeks and a nearly numb nose.She sat up and put on her coat, and from under the drawn curtains she could see soft, swirling snowflakes passing through the half-frost-paned windows, while gusts of cold wind shook the pine trees outside. where is harryShe looked at the time, he had been gone for more than an hour, and the night was falling.Muttering a curse, she jumped out of bed, found her shoes, and went into the front room, her breath turning into a white mist. Lighting a candle with fingers numb with cold, he went to the fireplace.There were only two long, half-burnt sticks. She ignited them with newspapers, but they failed to catch fire.Is the damper closed?She checked that it wasn't closed, grabbed one of Harry's magazines, lit it, and threw it into the fireplace, one by one, and finally set two sticks ablaze.She squatted by the stove, rubbing her bloodless hands, secretly condemning Harry's late return, and the bad behavior of the electric company, which made her freeze to death.On the other hand, though, the blackout was a convenience, and Harry couldn't see it clearly. As she waited, the stick burned up quickly, only burning for ten or fifteen minutes, and then went out, leaving only ash. It was time for Harry to be back, his car was solid and had snow tires, and besides, the snow wasn't very deep. It's just that the snow hasn't been removed, so there should be no problem driving.Wait for a while and the road will freeze.Since Harry's car was slow, it was very dangerous to drive back. Unless—she had to face the possibility—he was playing him, in retaliation for her sneaking Mary's obituary in place of the ruined photograph.If this is the case, there is no way to keep warm while waiting for him!She picked up a dining room chair made of cherry wood and pounded it on the stone wall of the fireplace until it was a splinter of wood.After throwing it into the fireplace, she demolished three other chairs in the same way.While the fire was blazing in the fireplace, she decided to make a cup of coffee.But when she turned on the stove, there was no fire, which reminded her that there was a power outage in the house.She slammed the kettle down so hard that the icy water in it splashed out and sprayed her in the face. Judy thought, oh, if possible, I would like to destroy the whole house and burn it for firewood!The thought of destruction reminded her that if she burned any of the furniture, her plans would be destroyed.It occurred to her that the instructions stated that there were kerosene lamps.But where is it? She lit a candle, and borrowed the candlelight to search in the closet.There are no oil lamps.The only place I haven't looked for now is the basement, but it's very dark there.She considered starting the car and waiting in the car to keep warm.But then she thought, on the way here, she only stopped to fill up the gas once, and she didn't dare to risk running out of gas.No, the oil lamp must be found.So, hurriedly walked towards the basement. Carefully avoiding the first step, she watched her descent down the ladder.On the ground, she hesitated, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light in the circle of flickering candles.She shivered and turned up her collar, it was surprisingly cold! She found the oil lamp in a small alcove under the ladder.Remembering the instructions in the manual, she checked the scale to see if there was still kerosene?Yes, she took the lamp with both hands, tucking it in the crook of her arm so that her hand would be free to grab the candle. When climbing the ladder, she stopped near the top of the ladder, put the oil lamp on the top of the ladder, and then jumped slowly and carefully over the first step. When she entered the front room with the oil lamp in her arms, it suddenly occurred to her that if the golden beads were placed on the same step, it would be unlikely to be fatal.She put the oil lamp on the mantelpiece and thought for a while.If Harry is in a hurry to shut off the water, is there any way to prevent him from crossing two steps in one step?And like her, avoid the one with beads? Maybe there should be more.She reached out to the fire to warm her hands, and then she wanted to smoke again, but could not do so, even if there were cigarettes near her.Harry would come in any moment, and there was no time to light the kerosene lamp. She hurried back to the door of the basement, put the candle in the middle of the ladder, knelt down, picked up a handful of gold beads, and put them in her pocket.After standing up, avoid the first step and continue walking down step by step. She sat on the fourth step with her legs spread apart on the next step, and scattered a few beads in the space between her legs.Then in the same posture, sit down to the third step, repeat, and then go to the second step. She looked at the results and felt happy in her heart.When she stretched her hand backwards and wanted to go up the stairs, her hand knocked down the candle. She bent over to grab the candle again, but her body lost her balance, and the candle was extinguished by her palm at the same time. She screamed and struggled frantically, trying to regain her original position.But when she was struggling hard, she swept her hands to the top bead, and the bead was rolling to the place where she couldn't stand stably. Because she couldn't stand stably, she fell down in an instant.Rolling, her ribs, shoulders and knees touched the cold stone steps until she lay unconscious in the basement. When she tried to get up on her elbows, numb pain ran through her body, making her unable to move.She shed tears of pain, but immediately formed icicles on her icy cheeks.Harry should have been lying here, not her!On the contrary, if he came to rescue her soon, it would be worse than being hurt, worse than the horrible darkness and cold.Because of this bad luck, Harry could find a way to reverse the death she had planned for him. "The patient seems to be resting now, doctor." "Well, that's a good sign." The doctor looked at his watch through his gold-rimmed spectacles. "When they sent him here, he was a bit of a mess, poor thing, he didn't even have a heart attack himself. I know. Miss Li, do you know who he is?" "He's not from here, and he told the paramedics that he lived twenty miles away in the country in a house where there was no telephone." The doctor continued, "Did he say anything else?" "He kept calling Mary, Possibly his wife." The doctor wrote it down on the chart. "I see he has a wedding ring on, and assuming his wife lives with him, we'll have to notify her, as soon as possible, and perhaps call the police over there, and tell her that maybe she's suspecting something has happened!" "I'm afraid she doesn't live with him," said the nurse. "His wife is dead." She showed him the photos and newspaper clippings in her wallet. "When the ambulance arrived, he had his wife's photo and her obituary." "We have to find a way to quiet him, stop his thoughts and give him a sedative." "Yes, doctor, I am on special shift tonight, and a lady on the big night shift called to ask for leave, saying that it was too cold outside to open the door of the car." "No wonder," said the doctor, "the temperature is below 30 degrees, hehe, the wind is blowing through the thick concrete wall." He shook his head, "on a night like this, Miss Li, I am willing to give up everything and live South Florida."