by Robert Thistle

Created on: September 24, 2008

My Wife, Your Wife

You're serious! You locked your wife in the local jail.
Yes! Being the sheriff it is my prerogative and my legal duty.
But it will never hold up in court.
It won't go to court.
You're going to let her out?
No! The case is a simple and straightforward one. She will do her time, then I will release her. We were watching a short play at the high school. During intermission I didn't see her anywhere, so I went for a quick walk outside. One of the cars in the parking lot seemed to be rocking a fair bit. My best friend was screwing my wife in his car. I gave him 60 minutes to get out of town or I would shoot him.

You can't just up and shoot a man because he is slow.
He was rather fast with my wife. Besides they're merely blanks in the gun to scare him. I'm quite certain he'll not come back.
Shouldn't you check on your wife? Possibly give her something to eat. Maybe offer her a coffee. Allow her a washroom break? It's a long time until breakfast.
No need. She left over 30 minutes ago with my best friend.
But you locked her in the jail.
Yes. I also had a spare key hanging inside the cell.
What in blazes for?
So she could escape. They won't get far though. I drained most of the gas from his car while he was packing a few things. They'll certainly never make it to the next town. And the road, as you well know, goes through the desert. There is enough gas in the tank to allow them to drive around twenty to twenty-five miles. And the next town is just over fifty-four miles away. Around half way.
In this heat, they'll never make it alive.
I know.
You're going to kill your wife and best friend, just because they were fooling around with each other.
Yes.
Seems a rather harsh judgment
And without lifting a finger. The perfect murder. No one will ever suspect me. And I am certain you will never tell a soul what happened.
You're crazy. You will never get away with this murder.
Who said it was murder? He was foolish and neglected to fill up his tank with gas. Unfortunately, he ran out of gas in the middle of the desert. Now I can marry the woman I truly love.
You're killing your wife and best friend so you can marry another woman. Who is she?
Your wife.
My wifeah!
Careful. Excitement is not good for someone with your heart condition.
Quick. My pills please. Help me.
Now that's rather foolish. If I help you, how could I possibly marry your wife?

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