I told Karen and Nikki about my conversation with Ed. Karen said she was surprised that we had any
energy to talk at night, let along think up hypothetical situations.
Nikki wanted to know if I asked Ed what he would do about
his “needs”.
I said, “His mom would help out.”
“No, his needs.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t
thought of that.
“Ed would never do anything like that,” Karen said
loyally. “Anyway, we’d keep our eyes on
him.”
“And besides, he’d be too busy, with the kids and his book
and all.”
“You know,” Karen
said, “Nik and I could really write a better book than Ed. It would be more interesting from a woman’s
point of view.”
“Knock yourself out,” I said. “There’d be no sense in my doing it, since a
person can’t make money from their own crimes.”
“You could write a novel or something. You’d have time.”
It almost seemed as if I really was going to jail. I shivered.
“This is getting weird,” I said.
So we opened another box of thin mints. It’s Girl Scout Cookie season.
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