I eat well in the kitchen after serving Bertha. Life is starting to improve. I'm not allowed to have intercourse and haven't for nineteen months except for that romp with Jackie. I'm free to attain release now while alone, fantasizing about Jackie. Morey comes over a couple times a week and I enjoy chauffeuring them. This evening I'm waiting outside the Buick and when Morey and Bertha come out of the restaurant, a car roars up and shots ring out. As I'm getting into the Buick, the car makes a U-turn, pulls over next to me and I'm told to get in. I see that it's Rickie, get in and we speed off. Looking back, I see Morey on the ground and Bertha bent over him.
“You're looking healthier than when I last saw you.”
“Yes sir. I'm eating good and getting exercise. Are we going to Bakers?”
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