Sam shoved the bills into his pocket. “Three hours I’m sittin here. You’re gonna make up for that.” He paid the bartender and roughly grabbed her arm and half dragged her outside. A cab was parked at the curb. He told the driver the address and sat in silence until they arrived at her house.
When the cab pulled up to the curb Maureen turned to Sam pleading, “Please, Sam, I’ll pay you back the money you gave Travis to have me. I promise. I’ll pay back every cent and more if you want. Only please, take me somewhere else. Please, don’t make me do what you said in my own house with the children there. Please Sam!”
“You got a mirror and lipstick and that shiny stuff in your purse?” he asked unsmiling.
“Yes, but…”
He told the driver to switch on the back cab light. “Fix up your mouth. Make
