CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The lights are on in our kitchen and the radio is tuned to KOOL and "The Sheldon Gibbs Ranch Show." Marty Robbins is singing "Raindrops On My Window, Teardrops In My Heart," a song that Bobby C wrote. There’s a knock at the back door. Blondie opens it to reveal d**k Smith, age sixty, tall and slender with excellent features, a great head of white hair and a winning smile.
"Good evening, Ms. McLain. I'm d**k Smith from the DMV. I told Gene I would drop by with the information he requested."
"Come in and sit down, Mr. Smith. Let me get you a cup of coffee and a slice of wonderful Mexican wedding cake with pure vanilla icing. My mother brought it over this afternoon and I've already sampled a slice."
Dick takes a seat at the table, but puts his hands up in protest. "I'm
