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Reality set in

Then reality set in.  Whitey is absolutely right.  I am involved in this somehow.  Someone could have been jealous that she gave me so much money.  Thoughts just started to swirl and I jumped up and let out a primal scream and tore into the heavy bag.  After about a minute I started to think about Robby and I stopped.

He was her attorney.  He had to know about this.  Was that a reason to kill her?  What’s going on here?  I had to call Sam and Whitey.  My thoughts were heavy and I seemed to move weakly over to my desk and phone.  I opened it and saw that I had a new voice mail.  I had forgotten I’d missed a call.  It was Missey.  ‘I didn’t want to dance with you when we first met.  I knew you want to make it too personal.  Now it is and I’m afraid.’

Oh my God, besides weakness, I now felt nervous and immediately told myself to just smile, be an adult and realize that there is now someone in my life I can worry about.  I hit the speed dial number two.  It went to her voice message and I realized it was late enough for her to be sleeping if she had an early day.  And, I have no idea of when her day actually begins.  I left her a message.  “Sorry if this awakens you, but I wanted you to know how happy I am.”  My urge was to add poetic loving innuendos but I didn’t.  “You can call me at any time… any time.  Goodnight.”

Two seconds later I’m speed dialing Whitey and told him the story.  His sounds of realization were mostly guttural.  “I always liked that broad.”