Chapter Eight
The Contract
Ten days later I got a call from Frank. He wanted to know if I still agreed to divorce Lisa. “It’s what she wants, Billy,” he said, “and things will be much better for her that way.” I told him I hadn’t changed my mind. I loved her now more than ever, but I wanted what was best for her. “That’s good, Billy. You’re doing the right thing. And after what you saw that night at Silk’s there ain’t nothing else you can do.” He paused.
“When do I sign the papers?” I asked.
“Sunday. Next Sunday. That’s when the...the...uh...transaction takes place.”
“You mean signing the divorce papers?”
“Yeah, that’s a part of it.”
I felt a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. “What’s the rest of it?”
“You gotta understand Billy, Lisa has decided. There ain’t
