One spring morning...
hailing a taxi...(or at least ATTEMPTING to hail one!)It was never easy to get a cab in Manhattan during rush hour...It was chilly out...So after a while, he put his FREE hand into his pocket to warm it up a bit...and he felt a folded piece of paper inside...That was odd.He ALWAYS cleaned out his pockets...
He pulled it out, unfolded it...And here''s what it said:Hank,It''s been a hard, hard few years...With all the losses and money troubles, etc...This note probably pegs me as a HUGE COWARD...But I just couldn''t do this face-to-face...I''ve met someone else, and I''m leaving town with him this afternoon...for good... I know that this may come as a shock to you...Although I can''t imagine that you would really care at this point...Twenty years is a LONG time in which to constantly feel compromised...I will be back to get the rest of my things in two weeks...I have left a simple divorce agreement on the kitchen counter...I don''t WANT anything, so I''m guessing it will not be a contentious scenario...I wish you luck and love and freedom...Have a meaningful Passover...LizThe man, Hank, stood there FROZEN, PARALYZED on the side of the Avenue...He didn''t notice the speeding taxi coming towards him....He remembered being HIT...The rest was a BLUR...