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- When are you going to fix the car i'm tired of walking around all day my back is starting to hurt!!
- I'm fixing it, it should be done by tomorrow honey..
- Ring,Ring !
- Whom do you represent?
- Is this a practical joke?
- If you open the box and push the button, someone you may know will die. You also will get a prize money of $200,000.
- No occasion, I wanted to do it, that's all. I Wanted to show you I'm not-selfish. Well last night, all that talk about the button. I think you miss-understood me. I think you felt that I was only thinking for myself. That I'd like for us to go to Europe. Like for us to have a cottage on the island. Like for us to have a nicer apartment, nicer furniture, nicer clothes, a car. Like for us to finally have a baby, for that matter
- What's the occasion?Good, i'm glad you did.Not what?, Did I say you were? Well in what way that I missed understood you? Norma-
- Reaching out, she pressed it down. For us, she thought angrily.She shuddered. Was it happening? A chill of horror swept across her.In a moment, it had passed. She made a contemptuous noise.Ridiculous, she thought. To get so worked up over nothing.She threw the button unit, dome, and key into the wastebasket and hurried to dress for work.
- She had just turned over the supper steaks when the telephone rang.She picked up the receiver. "Hello?""Mrs. Lewis?""Yes?""This is the Lenox Hill Hospital."She felt unreal as the voice informed her of the subway accident-the shoving crowd, Arthur pushed from the platform in front of the train. She was conscious of shaking her head but couldn't stop.As she hung up, she remembered Arthur's life-insurance policy for$25,000, with double indemnity for-"No." She couldn't seem to breathe. She struggled to her feet and walked into the kitchen numbly. Something cold pressed at her skull as she removed the button unit from the wastebasket. There were no nailsor screws visible. She couldn't see how it was put together.Abruptly, she began to smash it on the sink edge, pounding it harder and harder, until the wood split. She pulled the sides apart, cutting her.
- Mrs. Lewis?" Mr. Steward asked.It wasn't her voice shrieking so; it couldn't be. "You said I wouldn't know the one that died!""My dear lady," Mr. Steward said. "Do you really think you knew your husband?"
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