- 6.
I was typing as I lazily told him:
*
“Divorce papers, the most recent draft.”
This situation was weird.
Whenever Nick was going to drive me
somewhere, I’d never make him wait.
Even if I was busy.
He’d get angry.
This was the first time I made him wait.
Nick’s face went stiff when I said “divorce
papers.”
I was stuck, and asked him:
“How can I write a clause that will guarantee
that neither of us will bother each other after
the divorce?”
“Huh? What?”
Nick, one of the best lawyers in the country,
just hit a dead end.
He went around the question:
“You’re a criminal lawyer, why are you so interested in divorce papers?”
I was about to tell him. But Nick’s phone
started to ring.
It was Summer.
While he was talking, I saved the paperwork and printed a copy from the convenience
store.
I felt relieved looking at the document.
Nick was still outside, annoyed, and pacing.
He’d occasionally glance through the window.
“Sorry for the wait.”
I was really sorry. The printer was broken and took forever.
This might be the longest Nick had waited for
- me.
He hung up quickly and said:
“No problem.”
I liked this polite and estranged attitude.
I needed to keep it up after the divorce.
No, it’d be best to never see him again.
I’d quit and go work at another firm.
Maybe even in another city.
I smiled.
Nick thought that I was happy.
And he gave a nervous smile.
I put the divorce papers on the table and said lightly:
“No time like the present, let’s sign the papers.”
“The terms are really beneficial to you.”
Nick’s smile disappeared.
