Chapter 4

As you remember from Chapter 3, my wife Emma left me on a Saturday evening to go to what she thought was an innocent dinner with Rolf Ericsson and his friends at the Old Colonel's Mansion. After the dinner she would be introduced as a member at Rolf's private historic 1648 club and stay there overnight.

She didn't believe me when I told her that I had gotten secret inside information about what she was expected to do at the Colonel's Mansion and what she thought only was an innocent dinner during the evening would be turning to an introduction to a sex sect with historic connections to the present day American state of Delaware. She didn't believe me or care when I told her that in the introduction ceremony she was expected to fuck with a real Indian. Neither did she care that going there and fucking that Indian meant divorce. The last thing I heard of her was driving away in her car.

Of course I felt completely beaten with sad feelings when sitting at the kitchen table beginning to think about my situation and why in the hell Emma had caused me to get into this damn mess. My thoughts went to the first time I met her. It was during the rally race when I slid off the road in a bend and hit a moose standing in the forest. It fell over the hood and crushed the windshield. Emma was there as nurse and it was she who gave me first aid and probably even my pet name "The Moose".

When I met Emma she was dating a guy whom I never had liked and to my great pleasure she preferred me and dumped him soon after we had met. Emma and I had an average relationship with love, marriage and a child. Like most other couples we had our ups and downs but never any serious problems until she met her ex-boyfriend again at the historic society's theater. But that was history now because I had put a stop to that relationship before anything serious happened.

I had never believed that she would dump me and leave a rather happy marriage to join a damn sex sect and therefore I had not planned for what to do in this situation. My only solution had been filling in divorce forms.

Our son and one of his friends were in his room playing some game on his PlayStation and I was still sitting at the kitchen table when, to my surprise, I heard Emma's car coming back in our driveway. My first thought was that she had forgotten something she wanted to take with her.

She came in with her face a total mess. No doubt she had been crying most of the time since she left our house less than ten minutes ago. I didn't say anything and she sat down at the kitchen table, on the opposite side from me, sobbed and said, "Are you serious about that divorce?"

"Yes, I am, because I will never accept any cheating. I have never cheated you and will never accept any cheating from you. I don't care a shit if Rolf's Indian is an exotic Medicine man, Chief of some unknown tribe or a damn simple con man without any more connection to Delaware than our neighbor's cat. Fucking that bastard is adultery and adultery means divorce. Full stop."

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise to stay at home forever. Are you satisfied with that?"

"So nowadays there are only two alternatives available in your world, fucking an Indian or never going out? Have I ever denied you doing anything or going anywhere you want? Oh, yes, I forget that I put a stop to poor Ronny's seduction plans during the coach trip. What the hell is wrong with our marriage? Ronny or Rolf's Indian, just as pest or cholera, why should I care?"

She was crying now and sobbed, "Why are you doing that to me? Why are you accusing me of dirty things I never did? Why don't you trust me?"

"Because I love you and had an old fashioned idea that our son would prefer to live with his real parents. I'm sorry for causing your problems and I understand that I have to accept that we are living in new times with new customs. Obviously it is in to be an independent single parent."

"I have never said a word about separation. It is your decision, not mine. Believe me or not but still I love you, very much indeed, and of course I want to remain married to you."

What could I say to that? I didn't need to say anything because the phone rang. I took the call, answering, "Fredrick Ohlson."

"Is Emma at home? May I speak with her?"

"Who's asking?"

"That's not your business."

"Not yours, either." I hung up.

The phone rang again a few seconds later and I replied again, "Fredrick Ohlson."

"My name is Rolf Ericsson and I want speak to Mrs. Emma Ohlson."

"You damn pervert sex maniac, you can let your damn Indian fuck your own ass instead of somebody's wife! Go to hell, asshole and stay there!"

Obviously he wasn't used to that kind of language from average small town people like me and it took several seconds before he replied, "I demand to speak to her."

"You are not in position to demand shit. As I told you before, go to hell and stay there."

Emma had a very surprised look in her face when I hung up the phone.

The phone rang again about a half minute later and now my friend Rolf had become really angry. "I'll get you fired and make you regret every word you said, you poor creep."

"Get your ass ready for the Indian instead of threatening decent people."

Now Emma asked me, "How dare you speak to Rolf in that way?"

"Why not? He is an asshole and deserves that."

Rolf's last call could only mean "a declaration of war" between him and me. I didn't care and had no real reason to be afraid of him. Of course, he was the richest man in town, but he was fired from his job and retired which meant he had lost most of his one time useful connections with important people and all his real friends and connections were far away from my hometown.

Though I didn't have much money, I was surrounded by friends who wouldn't hesitate a second to assist one "of our own lads" who was harassed by a stranger. I don't think Rolf really knew the big difference between "natives" and "strangers" in our town, which had gotten some national fame about that. Of course Rolf had always been well protected from our opinion about strangers by a bunch of tail wavers who wanted to gain benefits from his wealth but he ought to have known what they said behind his back.

Emma didn't say anything further about Rolf but asked me to see the divorce papers. I gave the envelope with my papers to her and thought that she was so fed up with me that she would sign them.

She began to read them very carefully and when it was done she told me, "Fair conditions, yes they are. You, damn Moose, are a good man."

Then she tore them to small pieces and said, "We have problems, very serious problems, indeed, but not so damn serious that they are a reason for destroying a happy marriage."

"It's your choice: Rolf's sect or the family. There are no third ways available."

"Where am I? Am I at the Mansion or at home? Can't you see that I've already made my choice?"

"Do you understand that there will probably be a serious vendetta between Rolf's gang and me, hopefully supported by the natives, which means that you probably have to skip his damn historic society and the Delaware trip if you join my side?"

"I'm still your loving wife and of course I'll support you as much as I can."

Once again Emma and I had saved our marriage. There were no more phone calls from Rolf during the Saturday evening. Emma fixed a romantic dinner and after that we went to bed for great sex.

Michael rang me at the next morning and had interesting things to tell me. He and Rick had decided to find out the truth about Rolf's sex sect. He told me that they had been out last evening and lying under a bird watcher's net besides the road to Colonel's Mansion and took pictures of all cars on that road, ultimately checking their license plates against the car register. As a car dealer he had access to the complete information about the car owners. Interesting bunch of people going there, but he hadn't seen Emma and hoped that I had gotten her to skip Rolf's invitation.

I told him that she had intended to go but regretted going there and turned back home after a few minutes and Rolf had rang me and threatened to get me fired from my job.

Michael told me that Alice at my work was obviously involved in Rolf's sect and he would e-mail me the whole list of the car owners and a picture of one car with two people in the front seat of whom he hadn't been able to identify.

Only a half hour after arriving at work on Monday morning my boss wanted to see me. As expected he told me that he had gotten complaints about me using very rude language with Rolf Ericsson. I replied that this Rolf Ericsson was neither a king nor a pope and in this town he was nothing at all, doesn't matter what he had been elsewhere. I continued telling him the truth that Alice was a member in Rolf's sect but I had succeeded in stopping my wife from going there to join them, which had made Rolf a bit upset and threatened to get me fired.

It was a silly attempt from Alice to do what Rolf told her to do because such private matters had nothing to do with my work and the historic society had not been a preferred customer to the newspaper.

At the eleven o'clock coffee break I asked Alice, "Did I do something wrong when I didn't let my wife join the sex sect at the Colonel's Mansion and be fucked by Rolf's Indian?"

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"I know that you are a sect member and probably have your own experience of fucking that Indian. Could you please tell us if he really is so good that Emma ought to have dumped me to have that pleasure?"

She got totally mad, threw the remaining coffee in her cup at me and shouted, "Emma ought to have dumped you before your damn wedding."

Alice left the room in anger. The boss was out until after lunch and I expected Alice's usual complaints when he got back. Obviously he had been fed up with her because when she shouted, "If you don't immediately fire the damn 'Moose', you can be sure that I'll quit my job here this very day!"