Ken and Milly (Serial 5)

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.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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