“I will move the money out of your joint account and make you go bankrupt.”
For God’s sake, this woman she wants my life! My house. My husband. My money. My Jaguar. It took me 38 years to get any of this. I’ll be damn if she gets anything!
I feel panic and indignation. Does she think I’m stupid and would send my family’s Social Security numbers over the internet in an e-mail?
Where the hell is Nick? What has he done? Why is he with these people? For all I know he could be tied up in their basement while they make Meth. This is nuts!
I look at the landline phone there are voice messages. I play them. There are two messages both inquiring about work for Nick. It’s Wednesday, three days into the work week. I can’t even look at our business emails. What the hell would I say to clients on the phone?
How drunk can Nick be that he has forgotten about work?