“Yes,” I panted. “I got … married.” What was I supposed to do, send him an invitation in jail? “Arch is fine. Has a new dog.” Another mile of this, and I’d be dead.
“I heard. And Marla, how is she? I sent her flowers when she had the heart attack.…”
“Fine.” My own heart was pounding. Would he send me flowers if I collapsed? “Everybody’s great. Marla’s got a boyfriend. He’s with that firm you’ve invested in—”
“I know, I know, that’s why I invested in it, so I could see her sometime. I would love to get together with her, Goldy, if you could arrange it,” the general interrupted, his tone very serious. “When I was in prison all I could think about was reconnecting with Marla. She’s my only connection to my dear Adele.…”
My shins were on fire. Ahead, the trees thinned to reveal a grassy ar
