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Click hereEllen says she's worried about Lee, who has become a recluse of sorts. I don't see much of her out and about, although we associate with the same group, and live near each other. I am not sympathetic, and likely never will be.
I never understood why she did what she did. I believe that she may not understand it. The best I can do is to put it down to a confluence of events -- unlikely events at that. Her vague dissatisfaction, her chance to go to Miami, and most of all, meeting Larry there. Any two of those probably wouldn't have triggered her. All three happened. PFFT!! Marriage gone. Adrift....
SCENE FROM A GOLF COURSE -- A YEAR LATER
Milt Moore was playing golf on a Saturday. He played in a regular foursome. However, on this day an old school friend of his was substituting for one of the group. The friend was Fred Cunningham. They had known each other since high school. Fred was an electrical engineer. The two had a private conversation while walking from the ninth tee. They hadn't spoken about the matter yet. Certainly not on the telephone.
Milt said, "How are you coping these days, Fred?"
"I'm okay with it. I agreed to try. I just followed him all the way down from his house. It was just like you said."
"He always went to play on Saturday afternoon, if he was in town. He retired, but wanted to play. I sympathize with that. I read about it in the Post."
"I couldn't believe it when he darted into the street. It was such a big decision to make for me. And it was on me so fast. I just did it. If he hadn't done that, maybe I couldn't have swerved to him. Your horn rattled him."
"But I bet you were shaken after. I know I was. Not only did it work to perfection, but more than perfection. Amazing. Almost like the Lord intervened to protect Marty."
"I was rattled, all right. I watched him die. I was calling 911. Marty...that was Marty? He was right there. Why?"
"I thought if it worked, he needed to see it. Closure, of some kind. Later he told me he felt cheated. I knew he would kill the guy. Sooner or later, he would do it. He had a gun on him then. I wanted my granddaughters to have a functioning father. A family. I knew Lee...well...she might have done something rash if Marty was arrested, and it was her fault."
"Did he deserve to die, though?"
"Hard to say. But Marty and the girls deserved a life. Lee, too."
The two old friends never spoke again about the matter. They strolled down the fairway next to each other.
The end.
Shitty wife Just wish i had friends like their parents to arrange the hit (jaybee186)
So many stories where the truly repentent and grief ridden spouse reconile but not even ths slightest chance in this case. Not enjoble at all. BTB stories are OK when the chearing spouse deserves it but this might as well be a story about the average divorce where people dissapoint each for years, over money, too many disagreements or so many other reasons.
I quite like this one. Even the killing was okay by me. It was not necessary, but not unnecessary either. Know what I mean?
The murder plot and the way it occurred is just too stupid for words. An impossible set of events had to occur with perfect timing and an ordinary , everyday grandfather agrees to be the hit man.
That’s just crap. Spoilt an otherwise good yarn.