Chapter 58 relief

That idea jumped into his brain suddenly. At first, he thought it was a ridiculous daydream, but the more he thought about it; the more it seemed like a good idea. Early that morning, he sat in the living room, staring at the wall, as was his habit.He got up every day as soon as the sun came out, made breakfast for Elsie and himself, and sat there, lost in thought. This meditation every morning is a brief escape from reality.Because Elsie never went into the drawing room, not once in the last ten years of their marriage. She is in a wheelchair in her bedroom.She sat in pain and silence.She would only break the silence if she yelled at him or complained.When she wasn't accusing him, she always looked at him with contempt, reminding him that he was responsible for her current situation.

For ten years, he could not get along well with her, so Rutherford Parnell fell into meditation every day in order to alleviate this pain. "Rutherford!" "In-in-" she cried, rousing him from his contemplation. "Elsie, what's the matter?" "Come here, come here!" she yelled. He got up tiredly and walked to her room.She never allowed him to open the curtains, so the room was very dark, with a faint musty smell. "The tea is warm!" she said, her voice shrill. "Wen, just like you! You can't do anything well. Can't you hire someone who can make breakfast?"

"Mrs. Cathy will come," said Rutherford quietly.Mrs. Casey was the eighth servant he had hired. "You know, she couldn't make breakfast." "I know. I also know you can't eat breakfast. Well, Rutherford, get the hell out of here, unless you want to take me for a drive!" He's heard that a million times over the past decade: Unless you want to take me out for a drive. He closed the door, walked into the living room, stopped, and looked out the window.He saw Mrs. Casey coming towards the front door. Mrs. Cassie was a warm, kind woman, and Rutherford enjoyed talking to her.

So far, Elsie's blunt attitude has not affected her. He opens the front door. "Mrs. Casey, good morning," he said. She is tall and thin, with a always smiling face.But today there was no smile on her face. "good morning," she says. "May I speak to you a few words, Mr. Parnell?" "Of course," said Rutherford, feeling uneasy. "Mr. Parnell," she said, entering the house, "I must tell you in advance that I have found a job that pays more..." "I understand, Mrs. Cassie, I understand. You finish the week Let's go again, will you?"

"Ah, of course." Rutherford wanted to say, "You didn't leave because you wanted to make more money, but you couldn't stand her anymore, could you?" But he said nothing.Instead, he put on his clothes and hat and walked out of the house. It was a sunny day, and it was the day Rutherford decided to carry out his long-planned plan. He came to the bus stop around the corner and waited to take the No. 16 bus into the city, which he had taken every morning for ten years to work.After the accident, he sold the car.However, that didn't stop him from thinking about the car or the accident.

Elsie never let him forget that he was the one who drove the car on that rainy night, and it was his misjudgment that caused her to be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. He got on the bus and, as usual, nodded to the driver; then, as he did every morning, he went to the back of the bus and took a window seat.However, today he got off the train three stops earlier than usual. There was a phone booth next to him, and he went in and called his office. "Is that Mary?" he said. "Hi Mary, I'm Rutherford." "Ah, Rutherford, are you not feeling well today?" "Yes, I am not feeling well today, so I called to say."

"You want me to tell Mr. Spikes that you're sick today, are you? Ah, I hope your body recovers soon. It's not like you, you've never had a full day off sick. Krushman is the owner of the funeral home , he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, coughed lightly, and smiled. "Sir, what's the matter?" "I would appreciate it if you would take care of all the funeral arrangements for me," Rutherford said softly. "Of course, of course," Krushman said. "I totally understand. I know you are very sad right now. Can you tell me the name of the deceased?"

"No need," Rutherford said. "I have written the address on this piece of paper. Come tonight and take the dead away." Krushman coughed again, not so lightly this time. "That's not quite the rule. Who will tell us what's necessary, sir?" "You'll know when you arrive in the evening. How about eight o'clock tonight?" "Eight o'clock—well, sure," Krushman said. "So, how many people attended the funeral?" "What did you say?" "Does the deceased have many relatives and friends?" Krushman said.

"Ah," Russelud said. "There won't be many friends at the funeral." Mrs. Cassie was surprised that Rutherford came home so early. Rutherford smiled at her. "Mrs. Casey, you can go home early today too. Also," he pulled out his wallet. "I'll pay you now, plus a little bonus." Mrs. Casey's face hardened. "I hope I didn't offend you this morning, Mr. Parnell. You know why I left, don't you? I lied this morning. I didn't because—" "I know why you left. Because you couldn't stand my wife .I understand you very well. Oh, I don't blame you at all, Mrs. Cathy, not at all."

Mrs. Cathy writhed restlessly. "I hate her too. I wish she died so I could be free. But she doesn't. I wish I could just walk away like you, Mrs. Cathy." Hearing this, Mrs. Cassie said goodbye and ran away. "Rutherford! Rutherford! Is that you?" There was a shrill sound from the bedroom. "It's me, dear," he said. "I'll be right there." He clenched his fists to calm himself down and walked into the bedroom.He went straight to the window and drew the curtains.The sun shines into the room. "Rutherford!" she screamed. "You're crazy!"

Rutherford took from his pocket the poison he had bought at the drugstore and showed her. "I brought you something," he said. "A small gift. It can help you escape loneliness and pain." "What are you talking about? Put down the curtains. Rutherford, you know I can't see the sun at this time! You incompetent guy, have you been fired?" "Little angel," Rutherford said. "Did I ever tell you, were you beautiful? If I said that, I'd be lying, and I want you to know that!" "You're crazy!" she roared. He walked quickly out of the bedroom to the kitchenette and poured a large glass of milk.He heard her yelling in the bedroom, which accelerated his actions.He opened the medicine bag, scooped two spoonfuls of rat poison into the milk. He took the glass and went back to her bedroom. "Don't try to please me - you know I hate milk!" "But you drink a glass of milk every night," he said. "Besides, I'm not trying to please you. I've been trying to please you for ten years, but it's no use at all!" She covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.The wheelchair creaked from being shaken by her. "You are so cruel! Mom told me not to marry you! I should have listened to her." "Your mother never told you not to marry anyone. She wished she could get rid of you as soon as possible. Even your father can't stand you!" "Rutherford! You are cruel! You are cruel!" "Elsie, don't you want to know what kind of gift I brought you? Freedom. What a relief for both of us to get rid of each other! "He laughed." You know, this gift cost me three thousand yuan! " "Three thousand yuan! Where did it come from—" "I cashed my insurance, Elsie, dear. It was three thousand five hundred and eighty-two dollars. Also, I canceled my term life insurance. Quite a feat!" "Rutherford! You're crazy!" "Listen to me, okay? I have a suggestion for you," he held the milk glass in both hands. "Would you like to go to the bathroom?" "Don't talk nonsense," she said. "That's your suggestion?" "I thought you'd say that." He smiled softly, sadly, raised his glass, and drank. "Dear Elsie, you'll soon realize that things aren't so unbearable here..." For a few minutes, she didn't know What does he mean by that. ?