The Truth Be Told

By Mary Dimond

Any and all references to any living person are absolutely fictitious.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483655413

Mary Dimond

Mary Dimond is a published author with Xlibris. She has been married for 46 years to John who endured her constant typing (tongue in cheek). Mary is a retired lieutenant with Columbus Police Reserves and supports the work of the Dominican Sisters of Peace who also work to eradicate trafficking by holding seminars, sponsor SOAP programs, etc. The profits from the sale of this/these book(s) will benefit the efforts of the Dominican Sisters of Peace, 2320 Airport Drive, Columbus, Ohio 43219-2098

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The Truth Be Told

Mary Dimond

Copyright © 2013 by Mary Dimond.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2013910909

ISBN:      Hardcover   978-1-4836-5540-6

                Softcover    978-1-4836-5539-0

                Ebook         978-1-4836-5541-3

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 06/19/2013

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

CHAPTER ONE

A young, pretty girl stood waiting for a bus as cars sped by. A few guys gave a lusty whistle in her direction, but she was not interested. She had just got off work and her feet were killing her in her heels which were new. She leaned forward and glanced for the bus which would take her home. Gray clouds were forming and a gentle wind was picking up dust and swirling it around her. No bus in sight. Her hair was blowing in her eyes as she pondered what she would do tonight. A car was slowing down, in the curb lane, a pretty, shiny, red Cadillac, which looked as if it was just waxed.

Can I give you a lift? a man in his thirties or thereabout was speaking to her through the open window. She hesitated for a moment and thought he might be safe so she walked to the door. Her hand on the door handle, she peered into the car to see up close what this man looked like. A gust of wind blew her skirt up and her hair was tangled in a mess, so disgusted with the wind she thought it would be all right.

Hi, my name is Adam, what’s your name? he asked as she adjusted herself in the seat and pushing back her long brown hair.

Ellen! was all she offered.

He put the car in gear and headed down Henderson Road. He turned the radio off and glanced her way several times before asking,

Where would you like me to take you?

She began to relax and kicked her heels off which had pinched her toes greatly. The inside of this Cadillac was pristine, all leather seats and the chrome trim was like a mirror.

Um, you better let me off a half block from my home, if my mom saw me get out a strange car, I would be in for… .

We’re not strangers! he remarked, I told you my name is Adam and you are Ellen… .

Ellen Rogers! she snapped back. Let me out there at Reed Road, please. She was warming up to him and the ride was smooth. He kept his eyes on the road and it began to rain… buckets! He put the windshield wipers on high and slowed to a crawl. Both were looking hard to see where they were and soon he pulled to the side of the street.

That is probably Reed Road ahead he remarked.

Just as she was putting her heels back on a clap of thunder hit and lightening was seen up ahead lightening the sky.

I hate thunder! I am afraid of it and always have been she commented.

Well, can we get a cup of coffee and talk before we go any further? he inquired.

Well, I suppose it would be all right. My mom would have dinner in an hour and I’ll just tell her I worked late…

He found a Starbucks and pulled onto the lot. He reached in the back seat and retrieved an umbrella.

Stay put, I’ll come around and get you, he said.

What a gentleman she thought as he opened the door and she alighted. He held the umbrella over her as rain continued to fall and put his arm across her back so she would not trip or fall. She shook her hair before they went inside. They found a small table for two. Everyone was busy since more people were escaping the storm with a cup of hot brewed coffee.

What would you like? he asked.

Just regular coffee, small one, please as she sat down. She was uneasy in his company. He was probably ten years older than she. He was wearing a black suit with a red and white striped tie. She noted he was wearing a tie bar and cuff links to match.

Here, be careful, it’s just been brewed as he sat the brown cup in front of her.

Thanks. Maybe it will take the chill off… and with that he took his suit coat off and put it over and around her shoulders as she protested, but to no avail. He had another cup of coffee for himself, napkins and stir sticks for both. He sat across from her where she could continue to size her charming knight up. His hair was dark and just a little bit receded. His smile began to melt her and she began to relax and enjoy the coffee.

Tell me about yourself? he began.

Not much to tell! I just got off work and was waiting for the bus… .

Do you drive? he inquired.

Some. My mom lets me drive but not in the congested areas around here. I have my license and I am working very hard to buy a car, not an expensive one like yours, but… .

So you take the bus home, how far away is it to your home?

Just past the intersection on the right. We better be going soon, my mom watches for me and my sister, well, she is nosy… and if she sees me get out of your car… well…

That’s fine. I would love to get to know you, though! How can I contact you or would you want me to? he pressed on.

Here, this is my cell phone number. With that she paused and wondered if she was doing the right thing. He pulled out his cell phone and added her number to his directory and snapped it shut.

I am a widower. My wife Joanne died several years ago and I have not been dating much. May I call you?

Sure… but not when I am at work. They frown on personal calls… . and with that they left the coffeehouse.

She felt rather smug getting into the Cadillac again, this time more comfortably. They drove a short distance and he dropped her off at the place she pointed out. She turned and watched him drive on down the street and she headed home. The rain had stopped a bit, but the puddles in the curb kept her hopping and watching her step.

CHAPTER TWO

As Ellen began work the next day, Thursday, she could not help but think of Adam. How courteous and a gentleman he was. She found herself wanting to know more about him. He told her his wife had died and that is about all she knew about him. She worked in an office for a real estate broker which she found very boring. She never left the office for lunch or anything for that matter. She did some typing and filing but she was easily frustrated at this type of work. She was hired right after high school and had little experience, so it was a sheer miracle she even got the job. She clocked out, grabbed her sweater and left the building as she always did.

The sound of a horn greeted her just minutes as she headed for the bus. She glanced in the way that she heard the horn, and yes, it was the Cadillac man, Adam. He was smiling as he waved out the window. Butterflies were taking over her stomach as she waved to him.

Wow, two days in a row I get to ride in your Cadillac she said smiling as she opened the door.

I’ve been thinking of you. I want to know more about you, I want… .

Don’t you have friends your own age? she quipped.

Oooooh! That smarted and the wind was taken out of his sails, as they say.

How old do you think I am?

Well, maybe 40? she cautiously replied.

Not hardly, I am 28, born Sept 23 in New York.

She listened intently as he related his young life in New York before coming to Columbus, Ohio. He had met his wife, Joanne, and married when he came here for a job opportunity. He seemed deep in thought as she quietly listened.

Well, sorry, I thought you were older, you seem more mature than most guys I know.

The car was running and they were sitting there in his car, just talking. Evening sun was beginning to glare through the front windshield and she took a deep breath, glad the work day was over.

What do you do? she asked him.

Well, let’s go somewhere where we can talk, are you up for coffee or do you want something else?

O.K., I will call and leave a message for my mom at home. I’ll tell her I am meeting a girlfriend at the Pizza House, with that she called home and quickly left her message.

Pizza sounds good, he said, and with an affirmative nod they headed down the block to a shopping center and the Pizza House.

Again, he got out of his car and came around and opened the door for her. He was dressed in black slacks with a yellow shirt that showed his physique. He wore a gold watch, not sure if it was a Rolex or not, but no other jewelry. His sunglasses were perched on his head nesting in his soft brown hair.

"What do you like?’ he asked her, startling her back to realization.

Just pepperoni she replied. He returned and gave them their order and brought drinks to the table.

I hope you like Pepsi he inquired.

Nothing but… , always with pizza.

He sat down and their eyes met.

You have beautiful blue eyes… he began.

Ellen blushed easily. She was aware of his stares and began to fidget and drummed her fingers on the table. The pizza was brought to the table and momentarily she forgot about his inquiring eyes.

Looks good! he remarked as he offered her the first piece.

They sat in almost silence as they ate the pizza and re-ordered the drinks. At last, she pushed her plate aside and began to ask questions about him.

Where do you work? she asked.

Oh, for a clothing store… I buy in large quantities and sell them in many stores… he began. She hung on his every word as more questions were popping up in her head.

Where is your family? she began as the waitress came and began to clear the table. She took her glass in hand and played with the straw. She was ever so curious about him, his family (if he had one), where he lived, etc.

My family is all gone. My wife, Joanne died five years ago and my parents died even before that in an automobile accident in New Jersey. I have a brother, Jim, but I have not seen him in years. I don’t even hear from him, but then, I have moved quite a bit…

Where were you born? she asked when he paused to pay the check. He put down several dollars for a tip.

Do you have any children? she began again.

Well, I was born in Brooklyn, New York, and no, I don’t have any children he answered and pulled the chair out so she could stand up. He helped her put on her sweater and together they walked to the car.

I just love this car! she remarked as he opened the door for her. It smelled leathery and new. She didn’t know much about cars but this would be her choice if she could have a car.

Can I see you again? he asked as he pulled near her home.

Yes, I think I would like to get to know you more… she began.

Fine, dinner? a movie? a picnic in the park? You name it.

She smiled at him, staring into his blue eyes and still wondering what he wanted in her, a plain girl, ten years his junior.

I’d love to have a picnic in the park… maybe with some wine and cheese… before she was interrupted.

Fine, I’ll have my catering folks get that setup…

Catering folks? What is that or who is that?

"Well my company