On the final day, I informed her that I was unaware that we had no privacy and just held her without wanting to go. Our kid was at school. I drove to the office, got out without shutting the door,
Went upstairs, and when Joan answered the door, I apologized and said, “I don’t want to divorce my wife.” Joan asked me whether I had a fever after glancing at me. I stated:
Although my wife and I are in love, we were doing everything in a monotonous and usual manner. Ever since I began taking her to the chamber,
We have not valued the specifics of our lives. Joan smacked me, went into mourning, and shut the door. I down the steps, got into the vehicle, and drove to the florist.
I got my wife some flowers. I was asked what I should put on the card by the florist’s girl. I instructed her to write: Until death separates us, I shall carry you every morning.
I hurried up the stairs after arriving at my home smiling and holding flowers; as I got… I located my deceased spouse. I was too preoccupied with Joan to notice that my wife was fighting cancer.
