Every Night at Six Thirty, Bob Drove Away, Until His Other Wife Said My Name
“He told Donald it was a retirement annuity for the two of us.”
“It’s a mortgage payment on a private house on Willow Lane in Westfall,” Clara said.
“And the main signature on the electronic draft is Bob’s, tied right into the ledger under your maiden name.”
“He told me to hand over my passbook by noon tomorrow,” I said.
“Don’t you hand him that book,” Clara said, sitting back and smoothing her apron across her knees.
“He says he spends every night looking after your Uncle John five miles off on Maple Street.”
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