Mr. Dixon said, ‘Now, you have my card if you have any questions or if you need any legal advice.’

John said, ‘Yes.’

Paula said, ‘Yes we do. Thank you.’

Mr. Dixon said, ‘You’re welcome’ and left the apartment.

With all the paperwork, Paula and John were officially divorced. It was as easy as it  could be under any circumstances. Paula still had to pack a few more things from the apartment. John was like a man waking up from under anesthesia and he didn’t feel anything. Paula didn’t want to ask what to do with the old memorabilia she and John collected over the years; stuff like their wedding pictures, sea shells from their first anniversary at the beach, their romantic music cd’s Philip burned, and even their family portrait with John, Paula, Philip, Franzi, Emily, and Daniel.

Making around the clock trips to the hospital and the apartment, the weekend passed by very fast. She went over to the apartment when John wasn’t there. Paula was atleast decent enough to not drive the knife through his body. Paula had dinner with Franzi every night. Sadly, Franzi was stuck on hospital food while Paula had regular salad and Lo Mein chicken in front of her.

Franzi gave Paula the look and said, ‘How can you eat that right in front of me?’

Paula gloated and said, ‘Mmmmm’ and finished ‘quite easy’ with a noodle between her teeth.

Franzi responded by growling at Paula like a hungry bear smelling fresh meat. ‘Is John handling everything well; with you moving in with me?’

Paula held back but said, ‘He’s..uh….He’s taking it one step at a time. One giant jump down to Earth and then one step on the ground.’

Franzi asked, ‘Do you think he blames me for everything?’

Paula answered, ‘I think he’s more contempt with me than he is mad at you.’

Franzi asked, ‘What?’

Paula said, ‘I don’t think he’s all mad at you. Mostly with me for leaving him a second time.’

Franzi said, ‘Philip told me he had an attack when you left before; that he fell on the floor at the train station.’

Paula said, ‘Yes.’

Franzi observed, ‘I’m only thinking that…well, if he blamed me for your leaving the first time, who’s to say he doesn’t blame me for this?’