My husband\u2019s girlfriend sits in my salon chair every Thursday at two, tips me twenty dollars, and tells me everything he\u2019s planning. She has no idea whose wife is holding the scissors.<\/p>\n
Her name is Ashley. She drives a white Lexus that my husband\u2019s company leases. My name is Carol, and I rent a chair at a salon on Vineville Avenue in Macon, Georgia. Everyone there calls me Miss C.<\/p>\n
I have been married to Dale for twenty-six years.<\/p>\n
Ashley has been coming in every Thursday since the first time she told me, \u201cYou\u2019re the only person in this whole town I can trust. You know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
She said it while I was parting her hair. I remember because I had to ask her to repeat herself.<\/p>\n
The first week, she told me her guy, Dale, was in commercial roofing.<\/p>\n
I dropped a comb.<\/p>\n
She glanced at me in the mirror. \u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStatic,\u201d I said. \u201cSometimes it makes things jump.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed and kept talking. Ashley did not know that my husband worked in commercial roofing. She did not know that the man she called her guy had been at my house for twenty-six years, that his shirts were in the closet beside mine, or that he had handed me a pen with a kiss more times than I could count.<\/p>\n
She told me Dale was stuck in a dead marriage. His wife, she said, had let herself go and did hair or something.<\/p>\n
I kept my eyes on the part.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t understand him,\u201d Ashley said. \u201cHe needs somebody who believes in him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cIs that what he tells you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot in those exact words.\u201d She smiled. \u201cBut yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She told me he had bought her a condo on the north side through the business. She told me about the boat. She spoke about both as if the only difficult part was waiting for Dale\u2019s divorce to catch up with the life he had already promised her.<\/p>\n
I learned more about my marriage from the back of a stranger\u2019s head than I ever had across my own supper table.<\/p>\n
After Ashley left, I wrote everything in the back of my appointment book. Date. Time. Dollar amounts. I wrote down what she said about the condo, the boat, the business and Dale\u2019s plans. I did not know at first what I would do with the notes. I only knew I could not trust my memory to hold all of it.<\/p>\n
The following Thursday, she came back.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss C, I need you to make me look expensive,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already drive a Lexus.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is his company\u2019s car.\u201d<\/p>\n
She said it lightly, but I heard the distinction. Ashley wanted the car to belong to her, not to Dale\u2019s business. She wanted the condo and the boat settled too. Most of what she told me sounded less like a secret than a list of things she expected to receive.<\/p>\n
I asked whether Dale\u2019s wife knew about the condo.<\/p>\n
Ashley rolled her eyes. \u201cShe thinks they\u2019re broke.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next week she said he had been telling his wife that the business was struggling for two years.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe even took a second job cleaning a dentist\u2019s office on weekends to help out,\u201d Ashley said.<\/p>\n
I did. Saturdays, since last spring.<\/p>\n
I had told Dale the extra money would help with expenses. He had kissed my cheek and said he hated seeing me work so hard. Then he had gone to bed, while I set my alarm for the morning.<\/p>\n
Ashley did not know that. She only knew the version of me Dale had given her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she believe him?\u201d she asked, looking at her own reflection. \u201cHe has a whole company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe she trusts him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley considered that. \u201cThat\u2019s her mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
There were things I wanted to ask her. How long had it been going on? Had he ever brought her to our house? Did she know he came home and complained about being tired after seeing her?<\/p>\n
I did not ask. A question could have changed the way she talked. So I kept doing her hair and let her believe I was simply another woman listening.<\/p>\n
Dale and I still spoke at home, but our conversations had become narrow. He told me what needed paying. I told him when I would be working. He asked whether I had picked up something from the store, and I said yes or no.<\/p>\n
If I asked about the company, he said things were tight.<\/p>\n
\u201cTight how?\u201d I asked once.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust tight, Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said the same thing last month.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it\u2019s still true.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not look at me when he said it. I remember that more clearly than the words.<\/p>\n
Ashley kept coming. She tipped me twenty dollars every time and told me everything she thought I needed to know.<\/p>\n
One Thursday she said Dale had been looking at rings.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a promise ring,\u201d she said. \u201cA real one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that what you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want him to stop acting like I have to wait for his wife to figure out she\u2019s in the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not sound cruel. That almost made it harder. Ashley spoke as if the marriage were an obstacle left in a hallway, something Dale would eventually move when he got around to it.<\/p>\n
This Thursday, at 2:05, she came in waving her phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. You have to see this. He finally did it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned the screen toward me. The photograph showed a ring. Two carats, easy.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says the divorce will be quick,\u201d she said. \u201cHe says she won\u2019t fight, because she doesn\u2019t even know what they have.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sprayed her hair with water.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley looked at me in the mirror. \u201cHoney, she thinks they\u2019re broke.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed. \u201cHe says she won\u2019t fight because she doesn\u2019t even know what they have.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not correct her. My hands were steady because they had work to do.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo here\u2019s the plan,\u201d she said, lowering her voice as if we were sharing girl talk. \u201cHe has this account for the boat. The real money. Four hundred thousand, give or take.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had put off a mammogram in the spring because of the copay.<\/p>\n
I kept combing through her hair.<\/p>\n
Ashley watched my face in the mirror. \u201cAre you listening?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says he can keep it separate. The business stuff is complicated, but the boat account is clean.\u201d<\/p>\n
She had no way of knowing what was clean and what was not. She was repeating what Dale had told her. Still, the number sat between us.<\/p>\n
Four hundred thousand dollars. I had been cleaning a dentist\u2019s office on Saturdays to help keep up with a business I was told could not spare money for a medical appointment.<\/p>\n
Ashley continued before I could speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cNext week he\u2019s moving all the business debt into her name. The equipment loans. The back taxes. So when they split, she gets the debt and he gets the boat account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does he get her to sign that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She tilted her head so I could reach the roots.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s signing for her. He\u2019s done her signature for years. He says she never reads anything anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
I never did. He always handed me the pen with a kiss.<\/p>\n
Ashley glanced at me. \u201cYou look tired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI work Saturdays.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight. The dentist\u2019s office.\u201d<\/p>\n
She had remembered that from something I must have said. I wondered whether Dale had ever told her why I needed the extra work, or whether he had simply described it as proof that I was no longer useful to him.<\/p>\n
Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and giggled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s him,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
She angled the phone toward the mirror so I could read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ask your hair lady about the paperwork? You said she\u2019s a notary right? Needs to be someone who doesn\u2019t know us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I am a notary. The certificate is taped beside my mirror. It has been there for eleven years. Dale had never once come into the salon to see it.<\/p>\n
Ashley looked at me. \u201cHe needs a few things notarized next Friday. He\u2019ll pay cash. Like, good cash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, sweetie,\u201d I said. \u201cTell him Friday at four.\u201d<\/p>\n
She squeezed my arm. \u201cMiss C, you\u2019re the best.\u201d<\/p>\n
After she left, I flipped the sign on my station. At 3:40, I called the only divorce attorney in Bibb County whose hair I did not do.<\/p>\n
Her name was Patrice Moody.<\/p>\n
She listened for eleven minutes without saying a word. I told her about Ashley, the appointment book, the Lexus, the condo, the boat account and the papers Dale planned to put in my name. I told her what Ashley had said about Dale signing for me.<\/p>\n
When I finished, Patrice said, \u201cCarol. Bring the appointment book. And on Friday, let him hand you the folder before you look up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I need to know what he brought you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you were coming?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the salon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the salon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the notary certificate beside the mirror. \u201cWhat do I do if he asks me to notarize his signature?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not notarize anything that is not properly signed and acknowledged. Do not sign anything you don\u2019t understand. Let him show you the papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice stayed level. Mine did too.<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I tell him I know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot before I see the folder.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed the appointment book and put it in my bag. That night, Dale came home later than he had said he would. He set his keys down and asked whether I had eaten.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere should be something in the refrigerator.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He watched me for a moment. \u201cYou working tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the salon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t stay late.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was an ordinary thing to say. That was part of what made it difficult. He could speak to me about dinner and my work while arranging to put his debts in my name.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cHow is the business?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled off his jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill tight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre the loans current?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me then. \u201cWhy are you asking about loans?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wondering.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to worry about that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you don\u2019t understand the business.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went into the kitchen. I did not follow him. Neither of us mentioned divorce.<\/p>\n
The next afternoon, I kept the appointment book beneath the counter. Patrice arrived before Dale and sat in the shampoo chair behind the curtain. She had her phone with her, and she told me she would record only if the conversation was lawful. I did not ask for more than she offered. I wanted the folder first, exactly as she had said.<\/p>\n
At 3:58, Dale\u2019s truck pulled up out front.<\/p>\n
Ashley was in the passenger seat, fixing her lipstick in the visor mirror.<\/p>\n
For one second, I saw them as they must have seen themselves: Dale arriving with papers, Ashley waiting for the wife to become a problem that could be managed. Then the bell over the salon door sounded.<\/p>\n
Dale came in first with a folder under his arm. He took off his sunglasses and set the folder on the counter.<\/p>\n
Then he saw who was standing behind the notary stamp.<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
Ashley stepped in behind him. \u201cHi, Miss C.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dale did not answer her.<\/p>\n
I put both hands on the counter. \u201cYou wanted something notarized.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes went to the certificate, then to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley looked from him to me. \u201cYou know her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know her,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Dale\u2019s mouth opened, but no sound came out.<\/p>\n
Ashley gave a small laugh. \u201cWhat do you mean, you know her?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her. \u201cI\u2019m Dale\u2019s wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me. The salon was quiet except for the dryer running at another station. Patrice remained behind the curtain.<\/p>\n
Dale finally said, \u201cCarol, this isn\u2019t what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have not said what I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAshley, wait in the truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not move. \u201cYou said she was a stranger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I needed a notary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said she didn\u2019t know anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dale reached for the folder. I placed my hand over it.<\/p>\n
Patrice stepped out from behind the curtain. \u201cLeave it there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dale looked at her. \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPatrice Moody. I\u2019m Carol\u2019s attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley turned toward Dale. \u201cAttorney?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nEvery Thursday, my husband\u2019s girlfriend sat in my salon chair and told me what he was planning. She thought I was a stranger who could notarize the paperwork that would leave me with his debts and him with the money. She was wrong about the stranger part.<\/p>\n
My Husband\u2019s Girlfriend Told Me How He Planned to Ruin Me<\/p>\n
The most painful detail was not the affair itself, but how many ordinary things Dale had hidden behind a kiss and a pen. Carol had been helping support a business she was told was struggling while Ashley described the money, the boat and the paperwork meant to be placed in Carol\u2019s name. The confrontation shows what happened when the folder finally reached the salon counter.<\/p>\n
Ashley believed she was confiding in a trusted hairstylist. She did not know the woman holding the scissors was Dale\u2019s wife.<\/p>\n
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My husband\u2019s girlfriend sits in my salon chair every Thursday at two, tips me twenty dollars, and tells me everything he\u2019s planning. She has no idea whose wife is holding the scissors.<\/p>\n
Her name is Ashley. She drives a white Lexus that my husband\u2019s company leases. My name is Carol, and I rent a chair at a salon on Vineville Avenue in Macon, Georgia. Everyone there calls me Miss C.<\/p>\n
I have been married to Dale for twenty-six years.<\/p>\n
Ashley has been coming in every Thursday since the first time she told me, \u201cYou\u2019re the only person in this whole town I can trust. You know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
She said it while I was parting her hair. I remember because I had to ask her to repeat herself.<\/p>\n
The first week, she told me her guy, Dale, was in commercial roofing.<\/p>\n
I dropped a comb.<\/p>\n
She glanced at me in the mirror. \u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStatic,\u201d I said. \u201cSometimes it makes things jump.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed and kept talking. Ashley did not know that my husband worked in commercial roofing. She did not know that the man she called her guy had been at my house for twenty-six years, that his shirts were in the closet beside mine, or that he had handed me a pen with a kiss more times than I could count.<\/p>\n
She told me Dale was stuck in a dead marriage. His wife, she said, had let herself go and did hair or something.<\/p>\n
I kept my eyes on the part.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t understand him,\u201d Ashley said. \u201cHe needs somebody who believes in him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cIs that what he tells you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot in those exact words.\u201d She smiled. \u201cBut yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She told me he had bought her a condo on the north side through the business. She told me about the boat. She spoke about both as if the only difficult part was waiting for Dale\u2019s divorce to catch up with the life he had already promised her.<\/p>\n
I learned more about my marriage from the back of a stranger\u2019s head than I ever had across my own supper table.<\/p>\n
After Ashley left, I wrote everything in the back of my appointment book. Date. Time. Dollar amounts. I wrote down what she said about the condo, the boat, the business and Dale\u2019s plans. I did not know at first what I would do with the notes. I only knew I could not trust my memory to hold all of it.<\/p>\n
The following Thursday, she came back.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss C, I need you to make me look expensive,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already drive a Lexus.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is his company\u2019s car.\u201d<\/p>\n
She said it lightly, but I heard the distinction. Ashley wanted the car to belong to her, not to Dale\u2019s business. She wanted the condo and the boat settled too. Most of what she told me sounded less like a secret than a list of things she expected to receive.<\/p>\n
I asked whether Dale\u2019s wife knew about the condo.<\/p>\n
Ashley rolled her eyes. \u201cShe thinks they\u2019re broke.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next week she said he had been telling his wife that the business was struggling for two years.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe even took a second job cleaning a dentist\u2019s office on weekends to help out,\u201d Ashley said.<\/p>\n
I did. Saturdays, since last spring.<\/p>\n
I had told Dale the extra money would help with expenses. He had kissed my cheek and said he hated seeing me work so hard. Then he had gone to bed, while I set my alarm for the morning.<\/p>\n
Ashley did not know that. She only knew the version of me Dale had given her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she believe him?\u201d she asked, looking at her own reflection. \u201cHe has a whole company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe she trusts him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley considered that. \u201cThat\u2019s her mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
There were things I wanted to ask her. How long had it been going on? Had he ever brought her to our house? Did she know he came home and complained about being tired after seeing her?<\/p>\n
I did not ask. A question could have changed the way she talked. So I kept doing her hair and let her believe I was simply another woman listening.<\/p>\n
Dale and I still spoke at home, but our conversations had become narrow. He told me what needed paying. I told him when I would be working. He asked whether I had picked up something from the store, and I said yes or no.<\/p>\n
If I asked about the company, he said things were tight.<\/p>\n
\u201cTight how?\u201d I asked once.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust tight, Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said the same thing last month.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it\u2019s still true.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not look at me when he said it. I remember that more clearly than the words.<\/p>\n
Ashley kept coming. She tipped me twenty dollars every time and told me everything she thought I needed to know.<\/p>\n
One Thursday she said Dale had been looking at rings.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a promise ring,\u201d she said. \u201cA real one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that what you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want him to stop acting like I have to wait for his wife to figure out she\u2019s in the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not sound cruel. That almost made it harder. Ashley spoke as if the marriage were an obstacle left in a hallway, something Dale would eventually move when he got around to it.<\/p>\n
This Thursday, at 2:05, she came in waving her phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. You have to see this. He finally did it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned the screen toward me. The photograph showed a ring. Two carats, easy.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says the divorce will be quick,\u201d she said. \u201cHe says she won\u2019t fight, because she doesn\u2019t even know what they have.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sprayed her hair with water.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley looked at me in the mirror. \u201cHoney, she thinks they\u2019re broke.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed. \u201cHe says she won\u2019t fight because she doesn\u2019t even know what they have.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not correct her. My hands were steady because they had work to do.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo here\u2019s the plan,\u201d she said, lowering her voice as if we were sharing girl talk. \u201cHe has this account for the boat. The real money. Four hundred thousand, give or take.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had put off a mammogram in the spring because of the copay.<\/p>\n
I kept combing through her hair.<\/p>\n
Ashley watched my face in the mirror. \u201cAre you listening?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says he can keep it separate. The business stuff is complicated, but the boat account is clean.\u201d<\/p>\n
She had no way of knowing what was clean and what was not. She was repeating what Dale had told her. Still, the number sat between us.<\/p>\n
Four hundred thousand dollars. I had been cleaning a dentist\u2019s office on Saturdays to help keep up with a business I was told could not spare money for a medical appointment.<\/p>\n
Ashley continued before I could speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cNext week he\u2019s moving all the business debt into her name. The equipment loans. The back taxes. So when they split, she gets the debt and he gets the boat account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does he get her to sign that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She tilted her head so I could reach the roots.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s signing for her. He\u2019s done her signature for years. He says she never reads anything anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
I never did. He always handed me the pen with a kiss.<\/p>\n
Ashley glanced at me. \u201cYou look tired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI work Saturdays.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight. The dentist\u2019s office.\u201d<\/p>\n
She had remembered that from something I must have said. I wondered whether Dale had ever told her why I needed the extra work, or whether he had simply described it as proof that I was no longer useful to him.<\/p>\n
Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and giggled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s him,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
She angled the phone toward the mirror so I could read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ask your hair lady about the paperwork? You said she\u2019s a notary right? Needs to be someone who doesn\u2019t know us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I am a notary. The certificate is taped beside my mirror. It has been there for eleven years. Dale had never once come into the salon to see it.<\/p>\n
Ashley looked at me. \u201cHe needs a few things notarized next Friday. He\u2019ll pay cash. Like, good cash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, sweetie,\u201d I said. \u201cTell him Friday at four.\u201d<\/p>\n
She squeezed my arm. \u201cMiss C, you\u2019re the best.\u201d<\/p>\n
After she left, I flipped the sign on my station. At 3:40, I called the only divorce attorney in Bibb County whose hair I did not do.<\/p>\n
Her name was Patrice Moody.<\/p>\n
She listened for eleven minutes without saying a word. I told her about Ashley, the appointment book, the Lexus, the condo, the boat account and the papers Dale planned to put in my name. I told her what Ashley had said about Dale signing for me.<\/p>\n
When I finished, Patrice said, \u201cCarol. Bring the appointment book. And on Friday, let him hand you the folder before you look up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I need to know what he brought you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you were coming?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the salon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the salon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the notary certificate beside the mirror. \u201cWhat do I do if he asks me to notarize his signature?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not notarize anything that is not properly signed and acknowledged. Do not sign anything you don\u2019t understand. Let him show you the papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice stayed level. Mine did too.<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I tell him I know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot before I see the folder.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed the appointment book and put it in my bag. That night, Dale came home later than he had said he would. He set his keys down and asked whether I had eaten.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere should be something in the refrigerator.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He watched me for a moment. \u201cYou working tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the salon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t stay late.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was an ordinary thing to say. That was part of what made it difficult. He could speak to me about dinner and my work while arranging to put his debts in my name.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cHow is the business?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled off his jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill tight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre the loans current?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me then. \u201cWhy are you asking about loans?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wondering.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to worry about that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you don\u2019t understand the business.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went into the kitchen. I did not follow him. Neither of us mentioned divorce.<\/p>\n
The next afternoon, I kept the appointment book beneath the counter. Patrice arrived before Dale and sat in the shampoo chair behind the curtain. She had her phone with her, and she told me she would record only if the conversation was lawful. I did not ask for more than she offered. I wanted the folder first, exactly as she had said.<\/p>\n
At 3:58, Dale\u2019s truck pulled up out front.<\/p>\n
Ashley was in the passenger seat, fixing her lipstick in the visor mirror.<\/p>\n
For one second, I saw them as they must have seen themselves: Dale arriving with papers, Ashley waiting for the wife to become a problem that could be managed. Then the bell over the salon door sounded.<\/p>\n
Dale came in first with a folder under his arm. He took off his sunglasses and set the folder on the counter.<\/p>\n
Then he saw who was standing behind the notary stamp.<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
Ashley stepped in behind him. \u201cHi, Miss C.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dale did not answer her.<\/p>\n
I put both hands on the counter. \u201cYou wanted something notarized.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes went to the certificate, then to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley looked from him to me. \u201cYou know her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know her,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Dale\u2019s mouth opened, but no sound came out.<\/p>\n
Ashley gave a small laugh. \u201cWhat do you mean, you know her?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her. \u201cI\u2019m Dale\u2019s wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me. The salon was quiet except for the dryer running at another station. Patrice remained behind the curtain.<\/p>\n
Dale finally said, \u201cCarol, this isn\u2019t what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have not said what I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAshley, wait in the truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not move. \u201cYou said she was a stranger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I needed a notary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said she didn\u2019t know anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dale reached for the folder. I placed my hand over it.<\/p>\n
Patrice stepped out from behind the curtain. \u201cLeave it there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dale looked at her. \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPatrice Moody. I\u2019m Carol\u2019s attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley turned toward Dale. \u201cAttorney?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his forehead. \u201cThis is getting out of hand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cYou brought the folder.\u201d<\/p>\n
He tried to pull it toward himself. Patrice put her phone on the counter, still recording.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t remove it,\u201d she said. \u201cWe need to see what you brought.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dale looked at me with the same expression he had used when the business was supposedly struggling. Tired. Injured. Almost patient.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol, I was going to talk to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore anything happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething has already happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley folded her arms. \u201cYou told me the paperwork was ready.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is business paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith her name on it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dale looked at Ashley. \u201cYou don\u2019t understand how this works.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave a short laugh. \u201cI understand enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice opened the folder. She did not read every page at the counter. She looked at the names, the signature lines and the documents Dale had brought. Then she closed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol is not notarizing these,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Dale\u2019s voice changed. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t know what these are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is another reason she is not notarizing them.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned toward me. \u201cYou are making this worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about all the times I had signed something because he had already explained it, all the times I had trusted the hand holding the pen. I had not been foolish for twenty-six years. I had been married.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t make the debt,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Dale stared at me. \u201cWhat debt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe debt you brought for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley looked at him. \u201cYou said she was signing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said she would sign.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you had done her signature before.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at me. \u201cThat was not what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the appointment book to the pages I had filled over the previous weeks. The writing looked plain and almost harmless. Dates. Times. Notes about the condo, the boat account and what Ashley had said Dale was planning.<\/p>\n
I did not read it aloud. Patrice already had copies of what I had written, and she had told me not to turn the scene into an argument about every detail. The fact of the book was enough.<\/p>\n
Ashley saw her own words on the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wrote this down?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery week?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at Dale. \u201cYou knew she was a notary?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe certificate is right there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t come here.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer was so small that it stayed with me.<\/p>\n
Patrice took the folder and placed it beside her phone. \u201cDale, you need to leave. We will deal with any documents through the proper process.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol,\u201d he said, \u201cwe can work this out privately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivately is how we got here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to involve anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already have.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened. \u201cYou would do this after everything I\u2019ve done for you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley turned toward him. \u201cEverything?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at her, and she looked back. Neither of them had a useful answer.<\/p>\n
I had expected a confession, or anger, or some sentence that would make the past twenty-six years understandable. He gave me none of those. He kept calling it a misunderstanding, as if the folder had arrived without him and the names had placed themselves on the pages.<\/p>\n
Patrice told him again to leave.<\/p>\n
This time, he did.<\/p>\n
Ashley stayed near the door. Her lipstick was still in her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss C,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he really say all that about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I could have told her what she had said every Thursday. I could have shown her the pages one by one. Instead I closed the appointment book.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should ask him.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the parking lot. Dale was standing beside the truck, waiting.<\/p>\n
Ashley did not follow him immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the condo through the business?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what you told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She lowered her eyes. \u201cI thought he loved me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what he feels.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the most honest answer I had.<\/p>\n
She went outside. I watched them speak beside the truck, but I could not hear the words. After a few minutes, Ashley got into the Lexus. Dale drove his truck away, and she followed.<\/p>\n
Patrice stayed until the salon closed. She took the folder, my notes and the messages Ashley had shown me from Dale\u2019s phone. She told me that the papers would have to be reviewed before I signed anything and that we would address the marriage, the business and the accounts through the divorce process.<\/p>\n
She did not promise that everything would bea simple process. She said I should not contact Dale alone about the paperwork, and I agreed.<\/p>\n
I went home that night and put the appointment book beside my purse. Dale was not there. The next morning, I called Patrice before I called him. I did not know what would happen to the business, the boat account, the condo or the marriage, but the papers had not been notarized, and the debt had not been put in my name. For the first time in years, Dale\u2019s plans were no longer passing through my hands.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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