Numbed shock rushed in a roaring torrent to her head, threatening to explode, and she had to hold onto the arm of the office chair to steady herself. ...arvey! How could he do this to another woman? How could he let himself be photographed like that? New thundering anger swelled inside the distraught wife at the thought that she had been deceived, and furiously, she snatched the remaining photographs up and scanned them"How could he? How could he?" Bernice gasped and she sank back in hopeless. Six more years, she thought; six more fucking years suffering—for me—and I’m stabbing him in the back! She began to sob.Her man in prison would be out then, maybe, and it was only a maybe. He’d likely be able to get out, Jennifer had said. She was pretty sure she could see to it he only served the minimum; there were no absolute guarantees; there never were, but Jennifer was the best and she’d said it was likely.Victoria Grimes, she thought of herself that way now, was a rotten double-crossing. I always believed her. The second time she withdrew, I became suspicious. I had a good friend who was a police officer in our little town in St. Louis County. He was a sergeant, so some nights, he was the watch commander, I called him one night when she did not answer, he a parked in a cul-de-sac at the bottom of our street like he was running radar. She came home at 2::00 AM — next night told me she was shopping, so much for not trusting me!But enough about her, I respect her for the home she. " Yep, never get over a thing like that. How old are you, don't mind me asking?" Be thirty-nine next month, born in 1941, kept my father out of the draft for a good while." Well," he said with a smile, "you are sure old enough to know better. Meg's pretty smart you know, bossy too." Yep, I'm used to women running things. My Ma did and so did my wife, gave me one check at a time." You better be," Meg's father said. "The girls, all three of them like to run things; ran my soda fountain from time.
Read MoreRelated Videos
