"Yes!" Professor Moore's deep booming voice filled the entire flat. "I'm madly in love with her. And I want a divorce." Linda's body became limp. She grabbed a pile of papers from her handbag and tossed them on the floor where her spit had landed, defeated.
"There! There you have it, your divorce!" She snapped. "I simply wanted to hear it from you. Let me to leave!" She demanded. Professor Moore let her go and stood between her and me, preventing her from reaching me. Linda rose up, fixed her clothes, and smoothed her hair down. "A match made in hell," she murmured as she turned to go. Professor Moore slammed the door shut and locked it behind her. Then he bent down and picked up the signed divorce papers, wiping the spit off on his leg. Professor Moore sighed and sat on the couch. He too
