Author's note: Another flash story.
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Stephen and Mallory had what seemed to be a good marriage. They had jobs that paid well, a nice house, and had friendly neighbors they associated with regularly. All they needed were kids to establish the Freemans' version of the American Dream.
Stephen was the more sober of the two. He set up the family budget and often had to say 'No' to Mallory's requests. Usually she took his answer well although she sometimes pouted for a while. He frequently heard the words, "Lighten up" from her mouth.
Mallory was definitely more fun loving and outgoing of the two. She wanted kids, but also wanted other things along the way. "We need to enjoy life as it comes besides getting ready to have kids." She wouldn't admit it, but she was afraid that having kids would do away with many of her activities she considered pleasurable.
At neighborhood parties, Mallory liked to flirt and make suggestive remarks. She would like to slip a provocative phrase into an ordinary conversation like, "The last time I kissed Joe, I could swear it tasted like he had just gone down on . . Oh sorry, I wasn't supposed to mention that." Most of their friends were used to her attempted humor. Joe would say something back like, "You must not kiss very well, because I sure don't remember it."
Over time, as people seemed to appreciate her jokes less and less, Mallory kept upping the grossness level. One day she came up with what she considered the best yet. For this one, she needed the cooperation of her boss, Stanley. He would not consider it unless his wife agreed. She did with the condition that the details were written down and notarized as Stanley had suggested, so it could be proven to Stephen that it was a joke if he didn't believe it otherwise.
Mallory started telling Stephen that she was going to have to work late some nights. That had been very rare before. She told more stories about how nice her boss was. Her dresses she wore to work got shorter on both the top and bottom. When she got late at home at night, she left panties encrusted with mayo on top of the hamper. Her lipstick was smeared and there were small bruises around her breasts. She always showered upon arriving home, no matter how late it was.
Stephen never questioned Mallory about the signs she was leaving. "He's just not paying attention." Finally, Mallory escalated the game by having an anonymous email that warned Stephen of a possible office affair. A photo was attached showing Mallory sitting in her boss' lap. After still no reaction, there was one showing Mallory partially clothed kneeling in front of her boss. Still nothing.
Mallory gave up. She was deflated because it appeared that Stephen just didn't care if his wife was faithful or not. She came home that night and began preparing dinner. Everything was ready at 6:00 as usual, but no husband arrived. By 7:00 she was really worried. Calls to his cell phone went to voice mail. Calls to his office got a 'working hours' message. Calls to friends got a 'no idea' response. Next, she tried calling the police. There had been no reports of automobile accidents where anyone was taken to the hospital. She called his boss at home and was told Stephen had left work, same as usual, a little after 5:00.
Mallory was not the sort to wait patiently. She decided to drive to his office to see if she spotted his car anywhere. Wanting to change out of her work clothes into something more comfortable, she went upstairs to their bedroom. Mallory fainted dead away. When she awoke, she checked again the sight that had caused the faint: Stephen's things were missing. As the sadness sunk in, the doorbell rang. The sliver of hope that it would be Stephen gave wings to her feet as she flew down the stairs.
With a big smile on her face, she opened the door, ready to say "Stephen" then she saw a young woman there instead.
"Mallory Freeman?"
"Yes."
"I have a package for you. Can you show ID?"
Mallory got her purse, showed her driver's license, and was given the package with the salutation - "You've been served."
She tore open the package and found it contained what she dreaded - a petition for Divorce. Mallory glanced at the provisions for a simple 50/50 split of all assets.
"That asshole. He didn't even have the decency to let me explain. Boy, is he going to feel foolish when he finds out it was just a joke." Then she wondered how she would get ahold of him. She took off work the next day and called his office soon after it opened. Mallory was told that Stephen was on vacation for a couple of weeks. No destination mentioned. She started to panic. Then she remembered that the Divorce Petition listed a lawyer for all contacts.
Mallory had to leave a message with his lawyer to call her back. For half a day she went back and forth between believing he would wind up laughing at her joke or him being determined to get a divorce. Finally, the lawyer returned the call.
"How may I help you, Ms. Freeman?"
"Please tell Stephen that it was just a joke and to stop this divorce nonsense."
"I assure you that Mr. Freeman does not see adultery as a joke and is very serious about ending his marriage."
"But there was no adultery. It was all a fake meant to be a joke. My boss and his wife will testify. We have a dated description to prove we planned this weeks ago. It was a joke for gosh sakes."
"Are you laughing? I know Mr. Freeman is not."
"Okay, I guess I carried the joke too far. I will be glad to apologize and show him the proof. Please give him the message."
"I will. He or I will call you back."
She tried going into work the next day. Mallory got little work done. She spent most of her time with her boss, bringing him up to date with Stephen's reaction. He consoled her and congratulated himself for having the notarized statement drawn up. This was exactly the circumstance that led him to do it. He called his wife and briefed her.
Stephen did not call until that evening. He was not a happy camper. "So, your affair with your boss was just an elaborate joke? Why in the world would I believe that? You did everything but include me in a threesome with him to rub my face in your infidelity."
"Stephen, you know I how like to do practical jokes. I guess this one got out of hand. When you didn't respond to the hints I was giving you, I kept escalating the clues. I had given up the joke after there was no reaction from you on the posed pictures with me and my boss. I was going to confess the night that you didn't come home. It was a joke, a stupid joke. Please come home and let me make things right."
"A joke, huh?" Good try, Mallory, but it won't work."
"Stephen, I have proof. Stanley's wife did not agree for her husband to participate unless we put everything down in writing beforehand. Then we had it notarized with the date of the start of the joke. I have it here at the house. Please come and look at it."
There was a pause before Stephen responded. "Give me his wife's phone number." Mallory gladly did.
Stephen called and asked several questions before he felt assured that it really was Mallory's boss' wife he was talking to. "Is it true about them writing down this scheme before anything happened?"
"Yes, I am so sorry I agreed to go along with it. Your wife was very convincing that you would see the humor in it, and everyone would get a big laugh. My husband and I are pretty dull people, and I think we welcomed a little excitement. I apologize for our participation in the hoax. I hope you can forgive us and your wife. I believe she really loves you in spite of this being a bad joke."
Stephen called Mallory and set a time for him to come over and see the document. Mallory wanted to greet him at the door with a hug, but he refused. He had always appeared rather sober, but now he was stone cold. They sat at the kitchen table. "Is this the supposed 'Get out of jail free' document?"
"Yes."
Stephen put on his readers and read the document. He felt the ridges caused by the Notary's seal which helped prove its authenticity.
"Well, this does seem to prove that it was a joke."