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sighed.
“So why do you like him?” Madelyn asked.
“I think I miss the daily contact with Danny.”
“He’s been gone six years. Can’t you find something constructive to do with your time? Visit hospitals, volunteer at a library?”
Sally looked at her sister. Madelyn didn’t have a clue about her life. She didn’t remember hearing how Sally had finished writing fourteen novels since Danny died, and had the pleasure of receiving more than one rejection for each and every one of them. A few short stories were published, and friends said they loved her poetry, but recognition for publications seemed a long way off, perhaps ‘never’ in her lifetime was more realistic. “I keep time free to write,” Sally attempted to defend herself.
“You always say that, but look at the time you’re wasting now,” Madelyn said, setting off on her familiar high horse. “You could be helping people.”
“J. C. says we’ll always have the poor with us.”
“Who’s J.C.,” Madelyn asked, as Sally edged for the door.
“Jesus Christ,” she said, reverently.
“Stay for lunch at least.” Madelyn half-heartedly motioned down the long empty hall leading to the facilities dining room.
“Not this time,” Sally said. Lunch at the assisted living facility was deadlier than chili in a diner. The food seemed all right but Sally was afraid the decrepitude of the other diners would seep into her bones. They, her bones, had problems of their own. They didn’t need sympathy from other grave-totting skeletons.
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On the plane ride back to Metro airport in Detroit, Sally dispassionately considered her options for getting Robert help in Arizona. She could, first, find a detective agency in Ann Arbor, and, second, interview the staff to see who she could confidently motivate to go down to Phoenix and extract Mary Jo. Thanks to her husband’s diligence, while he was yet living, money wasn’t the problem. Sally’s ability to find the right man or woman for the job might be. She wished John Nelson could help her interview the agents. Maybe she would call him and ask him to phone interview the detectives.
Good idea.
Sally wondered how much time they had, before the police set the trial date for Robert. What if they never found Mary Jo? Could Robert be railroaded to jail? It would kill him. All his friends knew that. Robert was a tender soul, besides not being able to harm another human being, any being - animal or plant. Robert’s life required freedom. Locked door, locked minds, anything that reeked of confinement would destroy his spirit.
Chapter Five
Ann Arbor, Michigan
The taxi ride back to Ann Arbor from Detroit’s Metro airport cheered Sally. Ann Arbor did not sport Florida’s ocean beaches or Arizona’s mountain ranges, but Ann Arbor’s streets were lined with trees, glorious in spring, luxuriant in summer, resplendent in fall, and stately in winter. Trees beautiful trees, Ann’s arbor.
Sally threw her bags into the hallway of the condo, and walked out the back door to her garage and faithful red mustang to head straight for the Bibliopole.
“Robert,” Sally yelled running up the bookstore steps. “You need a ride in Waterloo.”
He was standing next to his desk. Robert’s face was a little pale. Sally’s shouting might have frightened him.
“Grab a bottle.” Penny had returned, early. “This will be fun.”
Sally acknowledged her joy diminished a lot, but she kept up her end of the invitation. Soon Penny was settled in the backseat with her bottle of cream sherry; Robert was in the passenger seat, paper cup filled to the brim. Sally planned to hit every bump in the road.
Waterloo didn’t let them down. At the end of Pierce Road where the dirt road to the Geology Center started, they craned their necks hoping to find deer in the fields on the right side of the road while checking the trees crowding the left side of the road. The creek bed was dry at the second corner, and Sally
“So why do you like him?” Madelyn asked.
“I think I miss the daily contact with Danny.”
“He’s been gone six years. Can’t you find something constructive to do with your time? Visit hospitals, volunteer at a library?”
Sally looked at her sister. Madelyn didn’t have a clue about her life. She didn’t remember hearing how Sally had finished writing fourteen novels since Danny died, and had the pleasure of receiving more than one rejection for each and every one of them. A few short stories were published, and friends said they loved her poetry, but recognition for publications seemed a long way off, perhaps ‘never’ in her lifetime was more realistic. “I keep time free to write,” Sally attempted to defend herself.
“You always say that, but look at the time you’re wasting now,” Madelyn said, setting off on her familiar high horse. “You could be helping people.”
“J. C. says we’ll always have the poor with us.”
“Who’s J.C.,” Madelyn asked, as Sally edged for the door.
“Jesus Christ,” she said, reverently.
“Stay for lunch at least.” Madelyn half-heartedly motioned down the long empty hall leading to the facilities dining room.
“Not this time,” Sally said. Lunch at the assisted living facility was deadlier than chili in a diner. The food seemed all right but Sally was afraid the decrepitude of the other diners would seep into her bones. They, her bones, had problems of their own. They didn’t need sympathy from other grave-totting skeletons.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
On the plane ride back to Metro airport in Detroit, Sally dispassionately considered her options for getting Robert help in Arizona. She could, first, find a detective agency in Ann Arbor, and, second, interview the staff to see who she could confidently motivate to go down to Phoenix and extract Mary Jo. Thanks to her husband’s diligence, while he was yet living, money wasn’t the problem. Sally’s ability to find the right man or woman for the job might be. She wished John Nelson could help her interview the agents. Maybe she would call him and ask him to phone interview the detectives.
Good idea.
Sally wondered how much time they had, before the police set the trial date for Robert. What if they never found Mary Jo? Could Robert be railroaded to jail? It would kill him. All his friends knew that. Robert was a tender soul, besides not being able to harm another human being, any being - animal or plant. Robert’s life required freedom. Locked door, locked minds, anything that reeked of confinement would destroy his spirit.
Chapter Five
Ann Arbor, Michigan
The taxi ride back to Ann Arbor from Detroit’s Metro airport cheered Sally. Ann Arbor did not sport Florida’s ocean beaches or Arizona’s mountain ranges, but Ann Arbor’s streets were lined with trees, glorious in spring, luxuriant in summer, resplendent in fall, and stately in winter. Trees beautiful trees, Ann’s arbor.
Sally threw her bags into the hallway of the condo, and walked out the back door to her garage and faithful red mustang to head straight for the Bibliopole.
“Robert,” Sally yelled running up the bookstore steps. “You need a ride in Waterloo.”
He was standing next to his desk. Robert’s face was a little pale. Sally’s shouting might have frightened him.
“Grab a bottle.” Penny had returned, early. “This will be fun.”
Sally acknowledged her joy diminished a lot, but she kept up her end of the invitation. Soon Penny was settled in the backseat with her bottle of cream sherry; Robert was in the passenger seat, paper cup filled to the brim. Sally planned to hit every bump in the road.
Waterloo didn’t let them down. At the end of Pierce Road where the dirt road to the Geology Center started, they craned their necks hoping to find deer in the fields on the right side of the road while checking the trees crowding the left side of the road. The creek bed was dry at the second corner, and Sally
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