Ms. Melon cocked her head and with a big sigh says, “Because we are in a recession, Dear. In a divorce you will end up at a trial where the Judge does not know either of you. He will have you sell the house to pay off debt. It is as simple as that.”
She pauses for just a moment. “You are in more trouble than you think if your husband is involved with bad people taking drugs and has a gun. I think worrying about your house is the last thing you should be thinking of. Get an attorney today. NOW. Do not waste another minute here.”
Ms. Melon rose to her feet. She pulled out a drawer shoveled through a mess of clutter and drew out a card. “Here is an attorney. Go now! You are in trouble! The same words the Police Officer had said. “First men they leave emotional and then they leave physical. Your husband is out of control in his behavior going to need a restraining and financial order. You need it NOW. RUN, RUN before closing today and get this attorney now.”
Suddenly I had whole new respect for this lady. She did hear me. And now she was visibly upset, and she was right! All I had thought about was the house.
“It is 4:05 they close at 5p.m.” Ms. Melon wrote and spoke the address down. “I’ m rushing you out of here because it is late afternoon and I know they close at exactly 5p.m. Go! Go! Go!
I went back to the car and looked at the card. Confused, horrified and desperate I drove right to the office address. It was 4:2Opm.
This attorney office was nothing like Tax attorney Richard’s office. High rise, expensive part of town. Five Attorney names on the door. I open the door to a waiting area rich with decor, solid wood floors, picture window view of the city, plants, mirrors, vibrant wall art.