|Making Things Work
“We have to get out of here.”
“Almost ready...” Candace said.
“What else do you need? Everything you own’s in those bags. It’s a week! If you don’t leave now you won’t make it,” Joe yelled.
“I’ll find it in a second, hang on.”
“I’m not driving you if you miss that train. The taxi’ll only wait so long and then it’s gone, you can’t get another one out here in time.”
“I know you won’t drive me, your precious football game is coming on. Ah, here it is. My electronics book.”
“Why would you need an electronics book? You’ll be at the retreat all week, you won’t be doing any tinkering... This is for your own good. You’ve been putting on the pounds lately. Can’t let people think I let my wife go to pot.”
“Yes, Darling, I know you’re doing this just for me. You’ll walk me down to the taxi, right?”
At the taxi, “Goodbye dear! See you in a week!”
A week later, fresh from her retreat, Candace came back, in another taxi. “Can you help me bring up my bags? I’ll give you a nice tip!” she said to the driver.
As the elevator door opened, Candace screamed, and the taxi driver ran to the body on the floor. Joe was dead.
As the taxi driver called the police, Candace quickly and discreetly removed the block in the circuit that had stalled the elevator the week before. When Joe tried to take it back up.
Cleaning out his car that night, the taxi driver found an electronics book in the back. He assumed it didn’t belong to that rich woman, so it must have been from the day before. He decided to give it to his nephew, maybe the little jerk would learn something useful.