I gave her cab fare so she could pick up her car later in the day. That was okay with me. Where are you living? Everyone congratulated us. Veronica would look more like a bull than a human being. I hadn’t been aware that Sheila wasn’t wearing panties or bra, but in retrospect I thought it was probably practical for a hooker. Veronica was removed from the wall and Rita fastened Sheila in her place. Our final stop was Maui. Our appointment with the judge was set for 10:30 thanks to a helping hand from Stephen who just happened to be the judge’s nephew. Nan and I were back home preparing dinner when she asked me about my parents. “Here he is, Sheila—your big he-man. He’s nothing more than a toy for his wife…his mistress.”
“You came at a good time, Sheila. Arizona Memorial. All the same, I knew how much she loved me. She had just knelt when the doorbell rang.
