Epilogue
Ethel tossed the letter on her bed and her hands trembled. How she hated the effect Maximus still had on her after all these years. She knew the old fool couldn’t be trusted. He had always been too sneaky with his words and too conniving with his charm. Without even reading it, she knew the letter would undoubtedly contain something she didn’t want to know.
She threw her closet door open and rummaged inside until she found the doll she had knitted of Maximus. She knew it would eventually come in handy. Of course, what she did to the doll would depend on what he had written in the letter.
Her old heart pounded like a schoolgirl’s as she sat on the edge of her bed. She simply stared at the letter for a moment. Finally, she set the doll carefully beside her and with great ceremony
