Murder Under the Pool: A Kay Lytle Mystery

By G.G. Rodriguez

It is a murder mystery about a young woman who marries a money hungry creep who will stop at nothing to acquire her fortune. This man will kill anyone who gets in his way. Kay (the main character) is blind to his lies. How many women want to be loved and accepted so badly that they too, will close their eyes to lies, abuse, and even affairs with other just to find the happiness in life? Kay is no different, until her husband says he can predict the future. The book is easy reading with a very surprising ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 16, 2009
• ISBN: 9781449003166

G.G. Rodriguez

I am grateful for the help I received from every one of my friends who inspired me to finish this chapter in Kay’s life. I learned several lessons along my literary journey. Never judge a book or a person by their covers. There are no rules to growing old; everyone does it differently. Age is just a number, not a death sentence. You have to live your life your way and with the help of God. You never can have enough friends. Good and bad things happen to Christians; however, keep your faith in God, for everything happens for a reason, and it is all good. Beware of those that constantly say “I love you” because love is seen, not spoken. Finally, never go to bed mad; instead, pray about it, and you will sleep with the angels.

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Murder Under The Pool

A KAY LYTLE MYSTERY

G.G. Rodriguez

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CONTENTS

DEDICATION

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

CHAPTER 1   PREDICTIONS

CHAPTER 2   THE TEAR

CHAPTER 3   THE BOMB SHELTER

CHAPTER 4   THE HOSPITAL FOOD

CHAPTER 5   THE HOMECOMING

CHAPTER 6   LOVER BOY

CHAPTER 7   CONFESSIONS

CHAPTER 8   THE ‘HEART’-ATTACK

CHAPTER 9   THE TRIP

CHAPTER 10   THE STAIRWAY SCARE

CHAPTER 11   A PENTHOUSE VIEW

CHAPTER 12   THE CRUISE

CHAPTER 13   THE ARREST

CHAPTER 14   THE FLIGHT HOME

CHAPTER 15   JAILED

CHAPTER 16   THE SAFE HOUSE

CHAPTER 17   PEANUT BUTTER FOR EVERYONE

CHAPTER 18   THE VISITOR

CHAPTER 19   THE LAST FLIGHT

I DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO:

God—The Father

My Mother—Marie Morgan

My Husband—Leonardo Z. Rodriguez, Jr.

My Sister—Jo Ann Peterson

My Aunt—Shirly Porter

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

My cousins once told me that I created the best stories they had ever heard. My imagination was awe-inspiring but I never had the discipline or ambition to write my stories, until one night I had a dream about a young woman in love with a perpetual liar, who said he could predict certain events that eventually lead to mystery, heartaches, adventure, and murder. It was the best dream I have ever had. It almost seemed like I was watching a movie playing in my head. I thought nothing about it at first. I went about my daily chores (working two jobs), made my appearance at the Women’s Transportation Club, and finished the day cleaning the kitchen and doing the laundry. I never thought about that dream again until it reoccurred that night. Then it reoccurred the next night and the next. Finally, I was motivated enough to write some of it down on paper. Each night, for over a month, I would have that same dream. I was determined to record it on paper. Then, like the pain from a bad tooth after it is extracted, the dream discontinued. I had several chapters written, but my motivation had ended, just like the dream that had inspired me to write. I stored the unfinished, primitive material in my desk which later was covered by magazines, maps, and income tax return forms. I had totally forgotten about the dream until my mother became ill. The stress of watching this wonderful person deteriorate over a short period of time was devastating. I would create laborious task to distract me from thinking about my mother. One day, my sister and I bought a roll top desk at a garage sale. I cleaned and sold my old desk to my Aunt Betty. In the process of cleaning my desk, I found those lost chapters of that dream. After reading those incomplete chapters, I was determined to finish that book.

I have a great respect for those creative writers who have determination and discipline to sit down and finish a book within a year or a month or a week. It took me over ten years to finish this story, due to job schedules, family illnesses, and club activities. As the world was evolving and new devices were developing, I kept trying to finish this book. My cousin asked me, Why did the chicken cross the street? To prove to the armadillo, that it could be done. I wanted to finish this book to prove to myself that I could do it. I can contribute the finishing of this book to my husband. He motivated me by saying you can do it.

I did it. It’s finished.

What started out as a dream is now one of my stories.

PREDICTIONS

CHAPTER I

Having to wait and not knowing what is happening outside these four dark walls is always the worst on the nerves. Loneliness, alone with darkness, begins to close in rapidly from all sides of the bomb shelter. Kay had no idea how long she had been unconscious. There was dried blood on her white oxford shirt and faded blue jeans. She must have cut herself when she fell down the stairs into the bomb shelter. Everything seemed to be happening extremely fast. Her thoughts began to drift back to the beginning. The beginning when her life was full of love—then came all the PREDICTIONS.

The time was May 31st, 1989. Kay Lytle married Leonard Morgan, who was a seemingly successful engineer from Atlanta, Georgia. Her father, Edgar Lee Lytle, objected to the marriage totally. As any wealthy, protected parent, he was worried that some money hungry, fortune hunter would influence Kay into marriage by using some fake promises of love and forevermore happiness. It happens all the time, Edgar would argue with Kay. Edgar knew Kay was going to be a very wealthy lady one day. Not only had Kay’s Grandmother left her a small fortune which Kay was to receive on her 25th birthday on November 27, 1995 according to her grandmother’s will; but Mr. Lytle had made several profitable investments in oil and plastics which rocketed in market value. Even before he started playing the stock market, Mr. Lytle was the respected president of Consolidated Steel Corporation in Cortland for 18 years. He was planning on retiring in two more years—giving him a total of 42 years with that company. If anything should happen to him, Kay and her mother would be very well provided for. Kay had no idea about the fortune her Grandmother had left her. She was going to college with plans of being an engineer when she met Leonard. The courtship was short. Leonard said it was love at first sight. He was fast on his feet with promises of love, contentment, and happiness that swept Kay off her feet. Leonard was 12 years older than Kay. He was very handsome, with dark brown eyes, and wavy brown hair. Kay loved Leonard very much which made it easy for him to talk her into sneaking off to be married by the Justice of Peace in Cortberry County. She did not like the idea of going behind her father’s back; but, she was 20 years old, responsible, and had two years of college behind her so she went and got married.

Edgar was furious, even though, Leonard Morgan seemed to be a nice man; Edgar had his doubts about him. Edgar wanted Kay to date Leonard more than a month before she made any type of permanent decisions with Leonard. Edgar did not trust Leonard; due to the age difference and he felt Leonard’s intention were mostly financial. However, there was nothing Edgar, or Kay’s mother, Marie, could do to stop them. It was done.

Two months after Kay and Leonard were married; Leonard suddenly discovered he had extrasensory perception. Strangely enough he did not want Kay to tell anyone about his psychic abilities. Kay promised she would never bring the subject to attention because she thought it was a joke.

At first, Leonard’s predictions were humorous. He would say the phone was going to ring and it would. He would go as far as to name the person making the call and 9 out of 10 times, he was right. However, what started out as a joke soon became a nightmare. Leonard predicted the day Kay’s father would die. Kay laughed at him momentarily, then remembering the past predictions; she became scared for her father’s life. Later, when Kay thought Leonard had left for the office, she telephoned her father with concerns. She asked Edgar if he had been to the doctor lately for his physical examination.

Edgar replied, About a month ago I went in for my yearly physical checkup. Mr. Blackstone went with me. The doctor said I could not be in better shape for a man of my age. Kiddo, are you worried about your old man?

Kay, knowing she could not tell him about Leonard’s predictions, decided to lie.

I had a dream you died, Daddy. Kay said. The dream was so real, that I had to call and find out for myself that you were alright.

It was only a dream, sweetheart. Nothing to worry about, Edgar said. By the way, how is your husband? What is the name of that company he works for?

Kay answered, He has been working for Bentley Engineering for more than a year. The owner, Mr. Tom Bentley, trained him the first week he worked there. They really seem to like him. Of course, I don’t blame them; he devotes most of his time working. Daddy, getting back to my dream, would you please stay with mother to night and not go anywhere? I know it was just a dream, but some dreams can seem so real.

Edgar snapped, Kay, forget the dream for a minute. I would like to know more about the kind of work Leonard does. I want my only child to be happy. Is he a good provider? I like to know that the allowance I give you is used as extra money.

Kay sighed, I know that, Daddy. I am fine and you should have stopped giving me an allowance when I got married. I do appreciate your help, but it is not necessary. We are fine.

Soon the telephone conversation was finished and she thought she convinced her father of their financial state. Edgar thought he had convinced Kay he would stay in all night. Kay went down stairs to the library to study where she found Leonard reading a magazine about bomb shelters.

I thought you went to the office! What is that you are reading? She asked Leonard.

I went to the drug store to get some magazines. I am reading about bomb shelters, he answered.

Why in the world would you be reading something like that? I know something more relaxing you could be doing. She provoked.

Kay, Leonard said. Have you read the newspaper lately or listened to the news? Last week, a small country was invaded and hundreds of people were killed because they were not prepared. It could happen here. This country could go to war tomorrow or a week from now. If we had a bomb shelter, we might have a chance to live

She asked sarcastically, Is this another one of your predictions, dear? I just got finish talking with my father and he assured me he is in the best of health. I am afraid you are going to be wrong this time.

Before Kay could continue with her sarcastic crusade, Leonard jumped to his feet, grabbed Kay about the shoulders, and shook her vigorously while shouting, Did you tell Edgar what I said? I told you to keep your mouth shut.

Stop it, stop it, cried Kay. No, I didn’t tell Edgar what you said. I mean Daddy!

Leonard regained his composure and released Kay, then returned to his recliner.

Exactly what did you say, Kay? He asked her.

What has gotten in to you? Kay cried while rubbing her shoulders.

Leonard demanded, What did you say?

Kay seated herself in the chair parallel to Leonard. She looked over at him with a puzzled expression on her face.

She said, I told Daddy that I had a dream he was going to die and that I wanted to know how he was. What in the world is wrong with you?

Leonard hesitated before saying, I do not want your father to think I am a cracked pot. Being the president of Consolidated Steel, he has enough problems to worry about without listening to some silly prediction I make. Besides, he does not like me and this would give him a fine opportunity to get rid of me. Did Edgar seem upset when you talked to him?

No, Kay snapped. I am upset. You acted like a mad man. You hurt my arm.

Leonard stretched out his hand toward her. He said, Come here, sweetheart. I am sorry, but I am worried about your father. Can you forgive me?

No, said Kay. I’ll never forgive you.

Leonard sadly lowered his eyes, looking down towards the thickly carpeted floor. He acted like a small child that was being scolded.

Silly, of course, I will forgive you. She said as she left her seat and sat on Leonard’s lap. I will always forgive you, but don’t let it happen again."

They both began to laugh. Leonard wrapped his arms around Kay and kissed her affectionately.

Now, Leonard said, About that bomb shelter.

Not now, Kay softly replied. Tomorrow, maybe?

Kay got off Leonard’s lap, tugged at his arm and pointed toward the bedroom. He jumped to his feet, threw Kay over his shoulder, and carried her into their bedroom.

That night, at approximately at 9:45 p.m., the very day Leonard had predicted, Kay received a telephone call that changed her life and her beliefs in Leonard’s predictions. It seems, her Father received a call to go out to the plant. As he was returning home, driving down the hill on Ocean Drive, his brakes failed. The car picked up speed as it traveled down that hill. Finally, the car crashed into Mr. Fillman’s Hardware store, located at the bottom of the hill. Mr. Fillman uses Doberman Pinscher as guard dog for security instead of an alarm system at his store, due to several recent false alarm set-offs. In the police report, it stated that they were not certain if the crash or the dogs had killed Mr. Lytle. The guard dogs had disfigured Mr. Lytle so badly that the coroner had a problem trying to accurately determine the cause of his death. When Kay received the call that her Father’s accident, she dropped the telephone to the floor and ran to grab her robe.

She kept crying, It isn’t true.

Leonard rose up, picked up the telephone, and asked what was happening. When the officer had explained that Edgar Lytle had been in a fatal accident, Leonard ran after Kay. By the time he reached her, Kay was crying uncontrollably. As he grabbed her, she looked at him pitifully then collapsed into his arms. Kay could not believe her beloved father was dead.

There has to be a mistake. Daddy said he would not go out tonight. Kay cried.

Leonard caressed her as she babbled uncontrollably. He continued to hold her all through the night.

Kay had decided to have a grave side funeral as soon as possible. However, her Mother wanted a short Christian service in the Church.

Only a few close relatives were able at attend because there was not enough time to notify the other members of the Lytle family or friends which lived out of town. Mr. Blackstone and some neighbors, which had read the newspapers or heard about the accident on the radio, were able to attend the funeral and pay their final respects. There were many flower arrangements surrounding the casket and the Church’s altar. Mr. Lytle loved flowers, mostly roses. Consolidated Steel had an assortment of roses delivered to the funeral and closed all the offices that day to honor Mr. Lytle. Most of the employees attended the funeral. Within forty years, Mr. Lytle had made many friends working at Consolidated Steel and he had acquired many more friends throughout the years with hundreds of the company’s customers. Even though many of the family members and out-of-town friends were not able to attend the funeral, there were over two hundred people present. There was standing room in the back of the Church. There were flowers all around the coffin. Kay and her mother, Marie Lytle, sat quietly together as sympathetic well-wishers paraded by to offer their support and love.

At the grave side, Marie’s salt and pepper colored, shoulder length hair danced as a gust of wind blew through the crowd. Marie and Kay were dressed in black from the top of their heads, wearing black veiled hats: to the tip of their toes, wearing black stockings and shoes. The preacher was asked to give a short sermon, which lasted less than twenty minutes. Marie Lytle, being a strong woman, showed no affection until the end of the funeral service. As the coffin bearers started lowering Edgar into his cold, dark grave; Marie lost her quiet composure. She threw herself on the coffin and cried out loud, No, Edgar—not you. My Darling. No, No, Not you.

Kay hurried to comfort her broken hearted Mother. Finally, after a few last words of love to Edgar, Marie was able to walk away with Kay. On that day, after the funeral, Marie refused to say another word to anyone. Soon the audience had left and the graveyard seem empty, except for Mr. Blackstone and Mr. Evan Hughes, who stayed and stared in bewilderment at the lonely grave covered with hundreds of flower arrangements and loose flowers blowing in the wind. The head stone read, Devoted Husband, Beloved Father—Edgar Lee Lytle—born February 16, 1920—died November 10, 1989 May God Bless your rest.

As weeks went by, Leonard did not mention the bomb shelter to Kay. Instead, he continued to buy magazines, books, and other written materials based on bomb shelters. The end table next to his recliner in the library was over flowing with bomb shelter information.

Two months had passed since Kay’s father’s death, when she received a letter requesting her presence for the Will reading. The letter had been sent by Evan Hughes, who was a personal friend of the Lytle family for over fifty years. Edgar Lytle decided to make him the executor over the family estate. Evan was a tall man with a receding gray hair line. He always wore a suit and carried his briefcase to work.

Once everyone, pertaining to the will reading, had gathered in Mr. Hughes’ plush executive office which was located on the first floor of the BML Building, Evan began reading the will.

He read, "That I, Edgar Lee Lytle, of the County of Fort Bend, being of sound mind and disposing memory, recognizing the extent of my property and the natural objects of my bounty, do hereby revoke any and all wills, codicils, and/or Testamentary instruments here to fore made by me and do hereby make, publish, and declare the following to be my last Will and Testament.

Mr. Hughes paused and looked at the people seated in his spacious office. His eyes finally focused on Marie Lytle. He thought back to their first meeting, attending University of Houston for some pre-law courses. He would see her, occasionally, on the campus practicing her cheers with the Cheerleading squad. It was not until William Lytle, Edgar’s brother, introduced Edgar and Evan to Marie at a campus party. Evan was Edgar’s best friend at the time. Evan always hoped Marie would fall in love with him. Instead, Edgar was the lucky one. When Marie and Edgar were married, Evan was the best man at their wedding.

Marie was still as beautiful as when they first met, he thought.

When Mr. Hughes realized he was staring at Marie, he brought his thoughts back to the present and continued reading the will and said, Are there any questions about the will before I continue?

No one in the office made a sound. It was horrendously quiet. Kay was not listening to the reading of the will. Instead, she was thinking of the last months’ events. Her father was gone forever and he was someone she loved very dearly. He had always been there for her. Now, there was Leonard. While Kay stared out the windows, looking at the other buildings, the will reading continued, I direct that all debts and obligations due by me, inclusive of those incident to my last illness, death and burial, and all such payment of taxes and expenses incident to probate and administration to be paid as soon as practicable after my death.

Kay glanced at Mr. Hughes and then looked at her Mother. She had employed a qualified nurse to help her mother around the house. If anything, this nurse might be a companion for her Mother, keeping her from being lonely when Kay could not be around. Kay heard Mr. Hughes read that William Lytle was to receive five hundred thousand dollars every year for the rest of his life. William (Uncle Billy) Lytle was Edgar’s younger brother, Kay’s favorite Uncle.

Mr. Hughes read, I give, devise and bequeath to my wife, Marie Kay Lytle and my daughter, Kay Lytle Morgan, to divide the remaining of my estate and property of whatsoever nature and wheresoever situated and my remaining estate and property equaling a total amount of nine point five million dollars. In testimony whereof, I have here unto signed my name this fifteenth day of October, A.D., 1989, in the presence of Lynn Johnson, Molly Rodriguez, Leonard C. Morgan, and Sue Peterson, the undersigned witnesses, whom I have to the same as subscribing witnesses there to, publishing and declaring to them that the foregoing is my last Will and Testament.

The reading had ended. Mr. Hughes placed the will on his desk and asked again, Are there any questions?

As before, the same dead silence rang throughout the office.

Kay thought, Was that it? What did the other people get? Is Mother going to be taken care of? I should have listened and paid attention instead of day dreaming.

Kay looked around the office and watched as people were shaking Mr. Hughes’ hand while they exited his office.

Kay stood up and said, Thank-you for reading the will. Can we talk about your fee later because Mother looks rather tired?

Mr. Hughes smiled, That has been taken care of Kay.

Kay looked at her Mother who seemed frozen in another time. Evan hurried to help Marie from his sofa to her wheel chair. As he assisted her from his office, he wondered when would be a good time to visit. He wondered when would be a good opportunity to tell Marie how much he loves her. He had waited in the shadow of Edgar for years. Now, he might get a chance to live a long awaited dream.

He asked Kay, What does the doctor say?

Kay sighed, Mother has shut the world out of her life. She will talk again but only when she is ready. She has had an emotional shock. It might be days, months, or years before she comes out of this shell.

Mr. Hughes asked, If it is acceptable to you, I would like to visit her as often as possible.

He was thinking to himself, If anyone can bring her out of this depression, maybe I could. At least, I will try.

Kay replied, That would be nice; although, Mother will not be lonely as long as I am around. Plus, Roxanne is taking care of her. I was glad Leonard suggested hiring her. She seems to be a good nurse.

Roxanne was several feet ahead of Kay when she made the remark.

Mr. Hughes smiled as he watched Roxanne push the wheelchair carrying Marie to the car and then helped her into the front seat. He had a funny feeling about that girl. Even though she had good qualifications and was highly recommended by the last people she worked for, he had a gut feeling; that not all was as it seemed to be.

Mr. Hughes said, I will be over there as much as possible.

Kay smiled again. She had known this man since the day she was born. He was her Godfather. She thought, Maybe his visits could help her Mother.

Roxanne was a beautiful woman who was in her early twenties. She had a shape that could have made her millions as a model. She had deep blue eyes and light blonde hair. Why would a woman this beautiful want to be a companion for a depressed old woman when she could have her pick of any man she desired? There was a look about her that Mr. Hughes could not explain. Most of all, he did not like what he was thinking. He was thinking about the evenings he spent with Edgar talking about Leonard. Now, he really did not like what he was thinking.

As her car pulled away from the curve, he waved and yelled out, I will stop by often, Kay.

Kay waved good-bye while Leonard drove the car away from Mr. Hughes’ office toward Marie’s home.

Once they had arrived at her Mother’s home and Kay was comfortable about leaving Marie and Roxanne safely inside, Leonard started for their home. Tears began to slowly stream from Kay’s eyes down her face causing her make-up to run. She had been emotionally strong during the will reading for her Mother’s sake so her mother would not get upset any more than necessary… Now her emotions began to flow. It was time to cry. Leonard never said a word as he handed Kay a handkerchief and continued to drive to their home. When they reached the house, Leonard tried several times to get Kay to come inside, but she insisted on staying in the car for a while. So he left her sitting in her car, crying and thinking about her Father. She thought of all the wonderful moments she had with him. He had always made sure her and her mother’s necessities were met. Anything they wanted and he was able to acquire, he would get it for them. Even now, after his death he was still seeing to their every need. She was an extremely rich woman; it was written in her father’s will.

Kay suddenly stopped crying. She remembered Mr. Hughes saying something about Leonard being one of the witnesses to the will. She was sure she heard Leonard’s name mentioned as a witness. Leonard had never said a word about it to her. Why had he kept this a big secret?

Kay left the car and stormed into the house. She found Leonard, in his recliner, reading another one of those bomb shelter magazines. Leonard laid the magazine on the coffee table (the end table was overflowing with magazines) when he saw Kay walking into the den. He jumped to his feet from his recliner to go caress her, but before he could reach her, she had doubled-up her fist and as he drew near, she punched Leonard in the nose. Leonard, trying to regain his footage, fell backwards, missing his recliner by inches.

With blood oozing from his nose, he looked up at Kay and said jokingly, Not feeling well?

Kay shouted, "You are not funny Leonard. Why didn’t you tell me you had signed my Daddy’s will?’

He answered, You gave me a nose bleed and you are asking me why I didn’t tell you. I knew how upset you would be about something as sensitive as a will.

Kay yelled, Upset! Have I ever gotten upset before? Why would you think I would get upset now?

Leonard answered, You have never lost a father before. I know how much you loved your father and mother. I felt I should keep this bit of information to myself. You are upset. Was I right?

Kay stared down at Leonard who was wiping the blood from his nose. Her voice was in a whisper as she said, Yes, you were right. I am sorry Leonard. I am upset. It was so dreadful. My Mother deserves everything.

She was crying bitterly as she sat on the floor next to Leonard. Leonard put his right arm around Kay’s waist while using his left hand to hold his nose.

In a squeaking voice, he said, Now Kay, your father loved both of you very much. He thought he was doing the best thing for both of you.

Kay slowly positioned herself in front of Leonard to wipe some of the blood from his nose.

He continued, You pack a powerful punch, lady.

She smiled as she hugged his neck. She asked him, Did you read the will before you signed it?

Leonard pulled himself into his recliner, looked down at Kay, answering, No, I didn’t have time that day. I was in a hurry to get home when I stopped by that office. I asked him what he needed with me and he asked me to sign his will. So I signed it.

Kay got off the floor and went to the sofa to sit more comfortably. She removed her shoes to rest her feet in the big, duck print cushion beside her.

She said, Mr. Hughes went on and on reading every word in Daddy’s will. I thought we would never get out of there. I kept thinking of all the strain this must be putting on Mother. At least, Daddy left her enough money so she will not have to worry about losing anything. In fact, if she needs my share, she can have it. It is hard for me to believe any of this really happened. It is like a bad nightmare that I cannot wake up from.

Looking at Kay while rubbing his nose, Leonard said, Are you going to get upset again?

She smiled, Oh, Leonard, thank you for being so understanding.

Leonard said, If your Mother needs anything, dear, I will be glad to help her. Besides four point eight million is a lot of money. We will have to discuss how we intend to use your money. Investments. Yes, investments will do it.

Kay, who was now thinking of her Mother instead of listening to Leonard, was awaken from her trance when she thought she heard him mention something about her millions. With a puzzled look on her face, knowing that Leonard was in the other office when the will was read, she slowly looked over at Leonard and asked, What did you say?

Leonard began again, At work there was a house that… .

No. she interrupted. What were you saying about millions?

Leonard, becoming irritated, repeated, I said, when things are not as sensitive, we should discuss how to invest your money and that…

You did not say money, she questioned. You said four point eight million dollars.

Leonard said correcting himself, Oh, that’s right. I cannot remember my exact wording.

Kay demanded, How did you know I was getting four point eight million dollars if you were in the other room during the reading. You said yourself that you did not read the will.

KAY. Leonard shouted as he jumped out of his recliner.

He walked to the bar that was located in the corner near a white, bricked fireplace. He opened a bottle of rum and poured some into a lead crystal cut wine glass and added some water. He climbed upon a bar stool located in front of the bar.

Staring at Kay’s reflection in the mirror which covered the back wall of the bar, he broke the dead silence answering, If you would have been listening to me, you would have heard me say, Roxanne had gotten worried about you after we dropped them at your Mother’s house. She telephoned while you were in the car crying. She told me, you and your Mother would receive most of the money from the estate. That is how I knew how much money was divided… I did not say anything because I knew you were very upset. I thought you would tell me later.

Kay started crying again, I am sorry. I do not know what has gotten into me. Please, forgive me.

NO. He said as he left the bar stool. I will never forgive you.

He approached Kay, who looked up at him with her big green eyes, red from crying. Huge tears were trickling from her eyes as he drew nearer. Remembering these were the same words that she had spoken to him a few minutes ago, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Holding him affectionately, she thought to herself how much she needed him. She felt so secure when he was with her.

Suddenly, he pushed Kay away make a prediction, Roxanne is going to call. She wants to know if you are alright.

No sooner that the words had left his mouth, the telephone began to ring. Kay rose from the sofa, started towards the telephone, never taking her eyes off Leonard. She picked up the telephone and said, Hello.

The lady’s voice on the other end of the receiver replied, Hello. Is that you, Kay?

Yes. She answered. Who is this?

This is Roxanne, replied the voice. I am so glad to hear your voice. You looked very upset when you dropped us off. I was worried sick about you.

With Leonard in her sights, she asked, Did you tell Leonard you were going to call? Did you even talk to him earlier?

No. Roxanne answered. That is, no to the first question, but I did talk to Mr. Morgan earlier.

While Roxanne continued to talk, Kay covered the mouth piece of the telephone, smiled at Leonard and said, It is Roxanne, dear.

She removed her hand from the telephone to continue listening to Roxanne. Soon the conversation was ended. Kay said her good byes, thanked Roxanne for her concerns, and hung up the receiver of the telephone.

You were right again. She said as she returned to