Wakefield Page #2

now is the time

that you need

to protect yourself.

You do.

Financially, I mean.

He could wipe you out.

Oh, no, no, no.

Mommy, the bank accounts

are secured.

Look.

Look, look, look.

You see?

If Howard was

going to leave me

wouldn't he have cleared out

all the accounts?

But he didn't.

Well, just give him time.

He will.

You b*tch.

Oh, god, I wish I had

a high-powered rifle

right now.

One shot.

That woman could be up here

for two days.

At this juncture,

it seems fair to point out

if your spouse

had seemingly vanished

would you go off

to work as usual?

Are daily matters

so very goddamn urgent

at the local county museum?

Or was that desperate call

to the police a tactic

calculated to embarrass me?

Leave it to Mrs. Wakefield

to turn a rather

amusing sidestep

into prima facie evidence

of Howard's

thoughtless behavior.

I was naive

and condescending

to her mother.

I lacked interest

in her work.

Or I wasted perfectly

beautiful full weekends

watching football games.

And if she was

such a feminist

why did my opening

a door for her

or helping her on

with her coat

matter so goddamn much?

Standing there

in the clear light of day..

I could see.

Diana felt that she

had married the wrong man.

Oh.

I ask you

what is so sacrosanct about

a marriage and a family

that you should have to live

in it day after day

however unrealized

that life may be?

Who hasn't had the impulse

to just put their life

on hold for a moment?

I ask you.

Mm.

Oh, my god, that looks good.

What are you two

doing laughing?

A**holes.

Unh-unh-unh.

Here's the conspiracy.

It's all a little too

convenient, don't you think?

Oh, yes, I agree.

I think she's totally guilty.

She murdered him.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Ben Jacobson, attorney at law

just stoppin' by

for a little deli.

Hello, Ben.

You're not fooling anybody.

I say, without shame

I'd given not

a single thought

to anyone at work.

And the documents

I carried away with me.

Documents, vital

to a very lucrative case

we'd been preparing.

All of that

was pretty remote now.

Well..

...I've got my own

little deli going here.

Oh, my god.

Here I am.

Ta-dah!

Oh, right.

Make her the victim.

Oh, please.

They've hardly been abandoned.

People, I'm right here.

Oh, I see.

Here it is.

Making your play, huh, Ben?

Go on, go on, go on. Go, on.

She's hurting.

Give her your hanky,

be a gentleman.

Oh, my god.

He..

He took out his phone.

What an ass.

A husband doesn't just vanish,

Mrs. Wakefield.

Howard Wakefield

is on this earth.

Or under it.

And only you, madam,

know which it is.

Are you accusing me

of making a game of this?

I assure you my frame of mind

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