The Two Toms Talk to Hilda (Serial Novel Part 6)

Tom Euell and Tom Dunne had been friends

in high school and now they were both policemen.

Tall and short, they liked one enough well enough

to socialize with their wives twice a year.  Barbecue.

Tom Euell spoke more than Tom Dunne.  They were

young. Most of their job involved traffic tickets and alcohol.

They often stopped drunk speeding teenagers.

That was mostly what they did.  Tom Euell looked at Hilda

smoking nervously in her aunt’s rocking chair.  He asked her a question

and he knew what her answer would be.  “Is Ken home?” he said.

His voice shook a little.  Hilda, who often looked worried, looked

more worried now.  “He’s working,” she said.  “Double time on

Saturdays.”  “No he isn’t,” said Tom with certainty.  “He’s down

at the police station.  We can take you there.”  “What happened?”

asked Hilda.  She could barely speak.  “He’ll tell you,” Tom said.

Esther Cohen
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