Over the years, I've come to believe that one key to success in life is to find resources you like and can count on. You know, like a good dentist or auto mechanic or hair dresser. I count banking in the same category.
Anyway, I've been going to the same branch of the same bank for years now. I guess I could do most of my banking on line, but frankly, I like to put a face to my dealings, especially when it comes to money. And one of my favorite faces to see is Martin Peterson, who's been the manager of my local branch for the last couple of years. He's been extremely helpful whenever I've had to deal with him, he's very polite and respectful, and he always has a big smile on his face.
This hot midsummer day, however, seemed to be an exception. Martin was as helpful and efficient as ever, but there was no smile on his face; instead, he seemed tense and somewhat distracted. Finally, I couldn't take it any more and asked him, "Martin, are you okay?"
My comment seemed to startle him, and he thought about it for a minute before speaking. "Miz Sara, could I possibly impose on you for a few minutes?"
When I nodded encouragingly, he invited me into his small office and closed the door so we could have some privacy. Once we were seated, Martin began. "Miz Sara, you have a great reputation in family law, so I'm hoping you can help me. I have a friend," he said, "who's having troubles with his wife. He thinks she's running around on him, but he doesn't have any proof. He's hoping to keep his marriage together for the sake of their son, but he wants to protect himself and his boy in case things take a sudden turn for the worse. What advice would you have for him, Ms. Sara?"
Well, I could guess who his "friend" was, and I knew I should head this whole thing off at the pass. People are always asking attorneys for free legal advice. But Martin had always been so courteous and nice to me that I just didn't feel right about turning him down.
"Martin," I told him, "this doesn't sound like a situation that can be handled in a few words or a few minutes. You tell your 'friend' he needs to call my office and make an appointment to come see me. Do you understand?"
He looked at me sheepishly, realizing I had seen through his feeble attempt at obfuscation. "Thank you, Miz Sara. I'd really appreciate any help you can give me."
After I returned to my home, which is also my law office, I told Cindy about my odd encounter with Martin. She'd met him when she ran errands for me to the bank, and had always liked him as much as I do.
I guess I need to tell you about Cindy. I'd hired Cindy McCarty straight out of Agnes Scott College about three years ago. I've made it my practice to recruit my assistants from my alma mater; it's one way I could give back to the school for all it had done for me.
Cindy was the best assistant I'd ever had -- and also the worst. She was smart as a whip and an absolute whiz with computers. Prowling on the web, she could find out information like nobody I'd ever seen before. Not only that, but she had a streak of old fashioned detective in her, and on a couple of occasions her sleuthing had turned up information that proved vital to cases I was handling. Finally, she was a plucky little thing, ready to take on any challenge, and I couldn't help but admire that quality.
The downside of Cindy was that even though she was several years out of college, she continued to live as though she were still an undergraduate. She was always up for a party, and drinking and dancing on week nights were a common occurrence. I heard a cute song a long time ago called "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." Well, that was Cindy in a nutshell.
And there was one other thing that bothered me: the way Cindy dressed. I know I'm old fashioned, but her clothes looked to me like something a tart would put on. Skirts too short, jeans too tight, blouses showing too much cleavage -- all those were a regular part of Cindy's wardrobe. Sometimes I just wanted to shake her and say, "It's time to grow up!"
But every time I got exasperated enough to say something to her, Cindy would do something really helpful or say something truly insightful, and I'd be so appreciative I just had to stifle my criticism. And in all fairness, I'd been seeing signs of change lately. Maybe she was finally beginning to grow up a little -- we'd just have to see.
Anyway, we both wondered whether or not we would hear any more from Martin about his "friend's" problem. A lot of times people stop and rethink their situation before they consult an attorney. It's a serious step, and they think better of taking it. But sure enough, a few days later he called to make an appointment. When I told Cindy, she thought his situation must be serious. I tended to agree with her.
Martin was scheduled to come in at 9:00 that morning, but he was late, and when 9:30 rolled around, I decided that he must have had second thoughts. However, before I could move on to other matters, he came walking through the door, accompanied by his four-year-old son Justin. Both Cindy and I had met Justin before at his dad's office, but we were surprised to see him today.
"Miz Sara," Martin said apologetically, "I'm so sorry to be late, and I'm sorry to have brought Justin with me. But the daycare center where he goes in the summer had a breakdown with their air conditioner. There was no place else for him to go and I didn't know what else to do."
Before I could respond, Cindy piped up, "I'll be glad to take care of him while you two meet." Turning to the boy, who was shyly looking at the carpet, she held out her hand and led him to her office. "Come on, Justin, I know some neat websites with games you can play."
I was surprised; Cindy had never shown any particular affinity for children before. But after only a few minutes with her, I could tell that the little boy was happily engaged in his game, and Cindy was cheering him on. Seeing the boy was in good hands, I turned to Martin and led him into my office.
Once he was settled on my settee with a glass of sweet iced tea in his hand, I encouraged him to tell me what was going on with his marriage.
"My wife Jodie," he began, "is a nurse at Grady Memorial Hospital. We met in college and got married right after graduation. That was ten years ago. The first few years our marriage was wonderful; we couldn't have been happier together. And we were overjoyed when Justin was born."
His face darkened. "But in the last few years, Jodie has grown increasingly distant, especially in the last year. She's clearly dissatisfied with me and our marriage. She's increasingly cross and irritable; everything I do seems to hit her the wrong way." He flushed a little and added, "And our love life has shrunk away to nothing. I've tried everything I can think of to improve things, but nothing seems to help."
"I'm so sorry, Martin," I said. "I really hate to hear things are so difficult for you. But my question is: what do you want to do about it? Are you here today for help with a divorce?"
"No, Miz Sara" he replied instantly, "I want to keep our family together if there's any way. My parents got a divorce when I was still a kid and it hit me very hard. If there's any way to spare Justin from having to go through that, I just have to try."
"Then how can I help?" I asked.
"Miz Sara, in the last couple of months, Jodie's been acting very suspiciously. She works the evening shift at the hospital, but she doesn't come home until long after her shift is over. Then, on the nights she's off work, she goes out in the evening without explanation. She's definitely acting like she's seeing someone behind my back."
"The truth is, Miz Sara, I feel like she's taking advantage of me. She knows how I feel about divorce, and that frees her to do anything she wants because she knows I want to protect Justin."
He paused and hung his head. "This is really tearing me apart. I get so angry with her I want to scream, but then I remember Justin and I just bite my tongue."
He stopped to collect himself. "But lately," he continued, "I get the feeling that she's getting ready to leave on her own. Little things she's said, the way she's acting -- everything tells me this is all coming to a head soon. So what I need from you is advice on how to protect myself -- and Justin, for that matter -- if she decides to split."
