With Regrets

Angie stood beside the detective watching as the winch pulled the silver blue convertible out of the lake.  She gasped and turned her head, gagging and crying as she watched Bob's body
jiggle in the front seat. It looked stiff, animated, unreal. It was still held in with the seat belt.1

"We figure he had a bit to drink, and either fell asleep, or just plain missed the curve. I'm sorry ma'am... but I have to ask...that is your husband right?"2

Angie sobbed and shook her head to indicate it was indeed, her husband.3

The detective took her arm and gently led her back to the squad car that had picked her up. "Go ahead and take her back home, Morgan, she has been through enough, she doesn't need to see any more. I'll touch bases with her later."4

The deputy opened the door and Angie slid in. "I'm sorry ma'am" the detective said again, as he closed the door and tipped his hat.5

Bob's car had gone into the lake, only five miles from their home. Neither Morgan nor Angie said a word during the short ride.6

When they pulled in the driveway, Angie waited for Morgan to open the door, as she slid out, she said "I can never thank you enough."7

Morgan smiled and said "No hurry on the thanks." He slid behind the wheel and was gone.8

Angie walked up the steps and through the front door. She slipped her shoes off on the way to the sofa and plopped down.
"Thank God that's over" she thought, then burst out into sobs.9

"Why Bob? why?" she asked out loud. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone. Why did you have to torture me? You knew I wouldn't take it forever. I warned you. I told you, I would get even. And what did you say? Something about me not having the "balls" to do anything. Funny, didn't know wives were supposed to have "balls" or need them. Well sweetheart, you pushed one too many times. Now you can't ever hurt me again. All that's left, is to keep the car out of site, until I can get it fixed. Not only did I grow balls, but, I planned this too. Are you proud of me Bob? Did you know it was me? Did you know I was the one who shoved you off the road? Did you recognize the truck? Did you see my face in the end?"10

Angie sat back, her tears drying, her soul aching, wondering if she could really live with what she had just done.