Ed and I have some of our most interesting conversations in
bed. Last night, I said, “Would you
still love me if I murdered somebody?”
He said, “Yeah.”
Then I said, “If I got caught but had a chance for parole,
would wait for me?”
He said, “Sure, why not?”
I said, “Do you think your mother would help out with the
kids? Maybe she could even move in. You could put Cilla in with Betsey and give
her Cilla’s room. Or maybe you could
move the girls into our room and take Betsey’s, since there’d be two of them
and one of you. Unless you wanted to
leave everything just as I left it for when I got out.”
Every once in while Ed will say something surprising. “Well, by the time you got out, you’d need
new clothes, since your old things would be out of style.”
I had an idea. “If the trial was sensational enough, you
could sell them.” Suddenly I felt very
generous, since Ed was willing to wait for me. “You can sell all my stuff,
except my Barbara Pym books. That could
help pay the lawyers.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Charlie.
That might upset the kids. Maybe
I could just write a book.”And they say accountants don’t have any imagination!
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