Ch. Chapter 2 Time will turn your hair white together Chapter 2

2. 2. 

After the party, I went to get in the passenger 

seat. 

As soon as I touched the door, I heard the 

click of the locks engaging. 

Frank rolled down the window looking at me 

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Frank rolled down the window, looking at me 

coldly. 

“Just grab a cab. The car’s just been washed, 

and you stink of booze.” 

He seemed to forget where the booze smell 

came from. The disgust in his eyes was 

brighter than a streetlight. 

Normally, I’d be freaking out, drinking water 

like crazy and desperately trying to convince 

him that it was just a little wine, no big deal. 

Or I’d be breaking down right there in the 

street, red–eyed and demanding to know why 

he made me apologize for Jessica. 

But this time, I just smiled and nodded. 

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“Okay, drive safe.” 

Frank’s hand loosened on the steering wheel, 

looking at me in shock. 

“Ashley, you…” 

Before he could finish, Jessica pushed me 

aside with a smile. 

“Mr. Frank, I’m ready to go. Let’s hit the 

road.” 

She was wearing Frank’s jacket, the alcohol 

stains on her dress reeking of cheap wine. 

It must have happened when she knocked 

over the champagne tower. 

But Frank didn’t seem to mind 

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But Frank didn’t seem to mind. He even 

opened the door for her and carefully tucked 

the jacket around her. 

“It’s cold out, don’t catch a cold.” 

Only then did he remember I existed, looking 

at me guiltily. 

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I just thought that 

since Jessica is a girl and younger, I need to 

take care of her.” 

I nodded. 

“I understand.” 

Afraid he wouldn’t believe me, I added: 

“You used a ‘Doghouse Card‘, right? I’m not 

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Frank flinched, and was about to say 

something. 

Jessica sneezed, drawing his attention again. 

“Get home soon.” 

After leaving those words, the two drove 

away. 

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I watched the car disappear into the distance. 

I went inside and pulled out my savings 

account and the “Doghouse Card” jar from 

the closet. 

I used to be able to reach in a grab the card 

easily, but now I had to rummage around for 

a while before I finally got one. 

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I tore the 97th card into pieces, then turned 

on my computer and started drafting the 

divorce papers. 

To be fair, I called my old professor. 

“Hey, Professor Davis, I want to divorce 

Frank. How should the assets be divided to 

make it fair?” 

My professor was caught off guard. 

“Divorce? Why?” 

“The whole school knows that Frank proposed 

to you 99 times to chase you, and it is still a 

good story at the school. Why do you want a 

divorce?” 

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Yeah, how did it get to this point? 

It probably started with the perfume that got 

heavier and heavier on him every day. 

From his increasingly frequent absences from 

home. 

From the “Doghouse Cards” in the jar being 

used up because of Jessica. 

I knew we couldn’t go back. 

Seeing my silence, my professor stopped 

persuading me, instead asking, 

“I’ll help you write the divorce papers, when 

do you need them?” 

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I turned my head to look at the savings jar, 

and said softly, 

“When Frank uses up the last two chances.” 

Just then, the door opened. 

“What chance?” 

Frank walked in with a paper bag in his hand, 

looking confused.