Ken didn’t look Milly in the eye. He usually did. She
could tell he was embarrassed. He was not easily embarrassed.
He’d grown up on the streets of the Bronx. At that moment
Milly wondered if every single thing she knew about him
for all those years and years was just a lie. He was a gruff
man with no soft sides. He’d never once given her flowers or
told her she looked nice or just held her in his arms for no reason.
Even so they’d been together ever since they were young. They
weren’t young now. She knew that whatever he had done
no matter how horrendous, and she was hoping it wasn’t horrendous,
she would stay with him forever. When the Sheriff said the bail
was one thousand dollars Milly, who held onto every nickel as long
as she could, just said OK. Ken looked relieved and the two Toms
drove them home. In the police car no one said even one word.