One Chance at the World

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If life is a continual dance with someone else calling the tunes, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, it's a great homecoming after you've been away several years to find your wife waiting for you.

Dead. But that's what happened to me. She died a week before I got the town. The chaplain said maybe I was crazy to even come back here. But now that I did, I'm glad. Because my wife was murdered, Mr. Valentine. And what do I find? The guy who killed us still sits at home eating squab and drinking champagne.

Well, that's what you said in your letter, Mr. Evans. Murdered. It's what I meant and the name is not I'm not used to being called mister. Okay, no I'd your wife's name was Werner. That's right. Well a newspaper is indicated Werner Evans was hit by an automobile when she was walking across an intersection

up by the edge of town. Yeah, we can go Saturday night and it said the driver was exonerated. Sure Dismissed with a couple of words like she was about the size of a death note is way back on page seven But did the article say who he was?

But no, probably knows the editor, that's why. It was Mr. Farrell Paulson. Now what do you think? Look, now I know that Mr. Paulson's important, he's a big man. And the kind that doesn't like to have his name in the paper, but I'll say he doesn't.