LITMIR.BIZ

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she’d never dreamed that she—plain, prim little Millie Evans—would ever have something like that happen to her. Most people never even noticed her.

      She’d wanted to be noticed by Tony. She’d loved him forever, it seemed. While his foster mother was alive, she’d coaxed the older woman into talking about her adoptive son. Tony had come a long way from North Carolina. He and his sister, both Cherokee, had lived with their mother and her abusive husband—but not their biological father—in Atlanta just briefly, but the man drank to excess and was brutal to the children. Tony and his sister went into foster homes in Georgia. After his sister, also in foster care, died, Tony’s nurturing foster mother moved him to San Antonio, where she had family, to get him away from the grief. She worked as an archivist at the public library in San Antonio, where Tony was a frequent patron; and where Millie worked after school and between classes while she went through college.

      Millie had loved hearing stories of Tony as a boy, as a teenager, as a soldier. Sometimes his foster mother would bring letters to the library and show them to Millie, because they were like living history. Tony had a gift for putting episodes in his life down on paper. He made the countries where he was stationed come alive, and not only for his parent.

      Millie had hoped that Tony might spend some time at the library when he came home on leave. But there were always pretty girls to take on dates. Frank Mariott worked as a bouncer in a nightclub and he knew cocktail waitresses and showgirls. He introduced them to Tony, who always had a night free for fun.

      A library, Millie supposed, wasn’t a good place to pick up girls. She looked in her rearview mirror and laughed. She saw a plain, sad-faced woman there, with no hopes of ever attracting a man who’d want to treasure her for the rest of her life. It was a good thing, she told herself, that she’d stockpiled so many romance novels to keep her nights occupied. If she couldn’t experience love, at least she could read about it.

      She wiped her eyes, closed up her purse and drove herself back to work. She’d forced herself to go and see John, out of guilt and shame. All she’d accomplished was to find a new enemy and hear more insults about herself. She knew that she’d never meet up with Tony again after this. Perhaps it was just as well. She’d spent enough time eating her heart out over a man who couldn’t even see her.

      * * *

      Tony made his funds transfer, got the plat from the safe-deposit box, had the bank copy it for him and replaced the original before he went back to the funeral home.

      All the way, in the back of his mind, he kept seeing the fear in Millie’s face when he’d moved toward her. That reaction was odd. She might have been surprised by the speed of his movement—a lot of people had been, over the years. But she’d expected him to hit her. It was in her eyes, her face, her whole posture. He wondered what had happened to her in the past that made her so afraid.

      Then he chided himself for that ridiculous compassion, when she’d caused John’s death. At least he’d made sure that she wouldn’t come to the funeral. That would have been the last straw.

      He pulled up at the funeral home and locked his car. It was getting colder. Strange weather, he thought. First it was like summer then, in a matter of days, winter arrived. It was normal weather for Texas in late November, he mused.

      As he walked into the funeral home, he saw some of John’s family gathered, talking among themselves. Frank spotted Tony and came out into the hall. They shook hands.

      “I just have to drop this off,” he told Frank, lifting up the copy of the plat. “Then we’ll spend a minute talking to John’s people before we go out to eat.”

      The funeral director spotted them and came forward. He took the copy of the plat, smiled at Frank and went back to his office.

      “You may get a shock,” Frank murmured as they walked into the viewing room.

      “What do you mean?” Tony asked, surprised.

      John didn’t have much family. His parents were long dead. He did have a sister, Ida. She was there, dry-eyed and irritable. She glanced at the doorway and put on a big smile.

      “Tony! How nice to see you again!” She ran up to him and hugged him. “You look great!”

      “Sorry we have to meet like this,” Tony began.

      “Yes, the idiot, what a stupid thing to do!” Ida muttered. “He had a life insurance policy worth fifty thousand dollars. I paid the premiums for him, me and Jack, and look what he does! Suicide! We won’t get a penny!”

      Tony looked as if he’d been hit in the eye.

      “Oh, there’s Merle. Sorry, honey, I have to talk to her about the flowers. She’s giving me a good deal on a wreath…”

      John’s cousin Ben came forward to shake hands.

      “What a mess,” he told the two men. He shook his head. “I bailed him out of jail. He didn’t exactly skip bond, but I’ll forfeit what I put up,” he added heavily. “Two thousand dollars,” he grumbled. “He swore he’d pay me back.” He wandered off, still shaking his head.

      An elderly woman with dyed blond hair and wearing a hideous black dress, peered at Tony. She grinned up at him. “You must be that rich friend of Johnny’s,” she said. “He said you owned several islands out in the Atlantic and that you were going to give him one and a yacht, too, so he could get to and from this country.”

      “That’s right, Blanche,” Frank said, smiling. “Now, you’ll have to excuse us, we’ve got an appointment. We’ll see you at the funeral.”

      “I sure would like to see that yacht,” Blanche added.

      Frank took Tony by the arm and propelled him out into the lobby.

      * * *

      They were sitting in a good Italian restaurant fifteen minutes later, having given in their order.

      “I can’t believe it,” Tony said furiously. “His own family! Not one of them seems to be sad that he’s dead!”

      “He was nothing but trouble to them,” Frank replied. “He didn’t work, you know,” he added, shocking Tony, who’d already had a few shocks. “He told the government people that he had a bad back and he fed liquor to two vagrants who signed sworn statements that they’d seen the accident that crippled him. He convinced his doctor and got a statement from him, too, and talked a lawyer into getting him onto partial disability.” He shook his head. “But it was barely enough to live on. He pestered his relatives for handouts. When he got arrested for stalking, this last time, he talked Ben into posting his bond. I warned Ben, but he said John had promised that his rich friend would pay Ben back.”

      “I’ve known John since high school,” he told Frank. “You’ve known him since junior high. He was a good man.”

      Frank paused while the waiter served them appetizers and ice water.

      “He changed,” Frank said quietly. “More than you know. You only saw him on holidays, while your foster mother was still alive, and hardly at all in the past couple of years. I saw him constantly.”

      “You’re trying to say something,” Tony murmured, eyeing the other man.

      Frank toyed with his salad. “He made friends with some members of a gang a few months ago,” he said. “It really thrilled him, that he could kick around with people who weren’t afraid of the law. He hated cops, you know,” he added. “Ever since the arrest for stalking, when he went after—”

      “Yes,” Tony interrupted him. “That Millie creature!”

      “Creature!” Frank sat back, shocked.

      Tony was beginning to feel uncomfortable. “She caused John to kill himself, remember?”

      “Who told you that?”

      “John did. He sent me a letter. Left me a letter.” He pulled it out of his pocket. It had arrived the day he got the

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