*Contains language typical of 1950’s era.
I’ve thought about it a lot. Why Marcus and I took such drastic measures. Did we do it for kicks? Did we do it just to prove to ourselves or our wives that we COULD do it? Not like we could ever brag or take credit for it. Not if we wanted to spend the rest of our pathetic lives in the clink. Whatever our reason, it was done and there was no going back. We were in it for the long haul.
We were on the run. We couldn’t go back to our homes in Pacific Heights. Surely the Heat was staking our places out right now. My wife, Doris, was probably giving them the final nail to seal my coffin. She couldn’t wait for the day I took a powder. That dame has caused me fifteen years of agony and I was finall...
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