One day the police came to the door. Big Tom and Not So Big Tom.
Partners for years. Ken and Milly knew them both.
Milly was sitting on her favorite rocking chair that had belonged to
her Aunt May. Ken was out in his truck. When he worked
on Saturdays his pay was double. Ken was a Teamster. He
never went to meetings. Milly was actually smoking a cigarette.
She didn’t smoke often. Just once in a while to unwind. She’d had a
hard week. A nurse in a Catholic hospital in Albany, she felt there
were never enough nurses for the patients. She often felt torn in two.
Milly smiled at the Toms. But they did not smile back.