Three Baby Cribs and a Missing Set of Car Keys
“Shaun will be there,” I said.
“And the keys?” Evelyn asked.
“I am going back to the house tonight to leave them,” I said. “I want everything of his out of my hands before Friday afternoon.”
Evelyn nodded, sliding the papers across the polished wood. “Sign the three copies at the bottom of page twelve.”
The pen was heavy and cold. I signed my name three times, watching the blue ink dry on the white paper.
“He is going to be furious,” Martha said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
“He can be furious in an empty house,” I said, closing the folder.
“The three thousand dollars he withdrew is listed here as a marital asset,” Evelyn said, pointing to a line on the second page of the agreement. “We are asking for that sum to be deducted from his portion of the equity in the suburban house.”
“Will he agree to that?” I asked.
“If he wants to avoid a court appearance, he will,” Evelyn said. She did not look up from her notes. “He has a reputation in town to protect. A public filing for financial abandonment is not something he wants his colleagues to see.”
