Milly and Ken sat on their old couch
like strangers. Not like a couple married
48 years. They were nervous. They were unhappy.
Unfamiliar and familiar both. After so many years
there was so much they didn’t know. Milly was
a competent person. A very good nurse. Ken knew
his trucks and his roads inside out. Ken took
the conversational initiative. He didn’t often do that.
“I copied Joe’s credit card and I used it,” he said.
Joe was his boss. They’d been friends the way men
can be they didn’t see one another out of work very
much still they’d been friends for years. “Embezzlement,”
he said. “That’s the word.” “I know the word,” said Milly,
who read mysteries all the time. What she liked when she read
was plot. “Joe wasn’t the only one,” Ken said, as though
that fact were an afterthought. “What in the world did
you do with the money?” Milly asked. She somehow felt better
knowing what he’d done.