Chapter Eight
Sitting on a metal folding chair by Lilly’s desk, Harry ran his eyes around her office. Two pictures hung on the white walls. In one, her father, dressed in a tuxedo, received Educator of the Year award from the Governor. The other displayed Lilly’s senior class head shot autographed by members of the cheerleading squad of which she was captain. Angled on her desk, a picture of a guy with sandy hair and a chin beard faced a snapshot of her mother surrounded by presents at Christmas time. A small refrigerator sat in a corner.
Harry’s affair with Lilly’s mother ended at Christmas time four years earlier. Theodora Gilbert wasn’t a beautiful woman. She had wide fleshy hips and a belly pouch from the birth of her only child. Her breasts hung like sausages and the gash between he
