Does Your Wife Like to Pretend to Be Dead? Then I'll Make Her Words Come True

In the third month after my wife disappeared in a skiing accident, I saw her in a bar. She was leaning on the boy's shoulder and smiling wildly: "Thanks to you for giving me the idea, otherwise I would have almost forgotten what freedom feels like." Her girlfriends and friends beside her toasted her one glass after another and asked when she would show up. She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment: "In a week, I won't show up until she really comes to me and makes her crazy." I stood in the dark and watched her enjoying her freedom. Then I called my friend who worked in the household registration department.