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ISBN:9781386507994

It was back in 1964 when I decided to leave the Navy I was sent to Key West Florida to await the discharge papers. I was living way above what the Navy was paying. Renting ski boats 5 times a week and gas to keep them going. Staying on the border of being drunk and sober I was going broke fast. I met a fella that liked to buy drinks for me and Water ski. One day we stopped water skiing late and hit the showers. The beach was nearly deserted and when he came out he said he was going home because he was exhausted. I said, no drinks tonight? And he replied no he had some at home. I asked if he wanted to share and maybe I could crash there instead of returning to the base. To my amazement, he declined. I did not know if I just turned him off or he had other interests.

My discharge papers came through Sept 12th. Then I was faced with supporting myself with no Navy pay. I had separation pay and travel allowance. I knew that would not go that far.

I could go back to New York. I really did not want to. I was at the bar where my friend frequented and he asked me why the long face? I told him the two choices. He said he knew where I could get work if I wanted it really bad. He said buy a nice outfit and meet me here tomorrow and he gave me 40 dollars. I found a pretty skirt and a blouse and met him as he requested. He took me to this place and we went inside, the music was very loud and the girls were dancing in scanty outfits. We went into the office and he introduced me to this elderly woman. She looked me over and said raise your skirt so I can see your legs. I thought that was odd but I complied. She said to my friend she will do just fine. I will start her as a server and she can learn the ropes from there. I had a job, I was happy.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to an actual person’s, living or a dead or actual event is purely coincidental.

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It was a very cold winter business was slow but then it’s commonly that way in the winter. Jim and I had more time to spend together because I volunteered at the hospital. It was fun but there is lots of sadness there also. Okay, so I am a private investigator I have been shot at someone tried to blow me off the planet with a bomb. But unlike some in my trade, I am not a hardened tough sort of a person. I think that is why I am successful in what I do, I have a heart. Today is a beautiful spring day in April the temperature is 75 degrees. Jim is off to work already so I head to the office for my morning routine. Check the answering, machine read my mail, do any reports that must be done. The phone rang I answered “Melody’s Investigations.” A weak voice came back to me as if she was hiding so no one could hear. I asked what I may do for you. In a weak squeaky voice she said: “My mommy is hurting again can you help her?” “Why is she hurting?” The little voice came back “She and daddy had another fight last night” “How old are you, my dear?” I was getting the idea now that she may be a very young girl. “I am ten years old” “can you tell me where you live?” ‘It’s the first house on Bridges Street off Spencer Street” “is that in Lewisville or Denton?” In Denton, she said then the line went dead.  I called it back and a man answered in a very gruff voice. “What ta fuck do you want?” I said “sorry wrong number.” and I hung up. I could tell there was trouble there but I did not have enough information to go forward. This sounded like a charity case anyway. That don’t mean I don’t wish to pursue it. I would wait and see if the child will call back. I was not on the list today to volunteer so I will stick around here in case she calls back.  It was getting near noon I set up the office phone to forward to my cell.  I locked up and drove to the hospital to have lunch with my husband. That little girl’s voice was still ringing in my ears. Jim was just sitting down when I got there. I grabbed a tray and got a salad and a bagel and my coffee. I sat beside Jim after kissing his cheek. He asked me how my day was going and I shared the call I got from this ten-year-old girl. “You are going to help her aren’t you?” ”Yes Jim, I have my cell on forwarded from the office. I hope she calls back I feel there is a lot of trouble going on at her house.”