do so. It's just that Linda had filled it with things that made him uncomfortable. A large four-poster bed dominated the center of the room. On top of the bed were a handmade quilt, a pile of embroidered throw pillows, and a stuffed animal Larry had given to Linda years ago. Linda called the animal “Sally Cat' but lately had considered the possibility that it might be a ferret. Beside the bed stood an antique vanity bordered by two windows, each framed with lace curtains adorned with a delicate tea rose pattern. The room radiated Linda; there was nothing about Larry in it.
Linda scanned her closet and filtered through a row of clothes she had worn only once — a wedding dress, a pink prom dress, and an evening gown. She finally settled on a gathered lavender dress. She had once worn it to the Merry Valley Bistro, the one restaurant in town Linda looked forward to. Larry criticized her for being overdressed, and she hadn't worn the dress since. But tonight it seemed right — the lavender dress and a matching pair of high heeled shoes. Linda wasn't sure who might be at the police station, but crowds had a way of forming in Merry Valley, and she wanted to be presentable. 'Besides,' she thought, 'there's no chance of Larry objecting. '
When she finished dressing, Linda gathered the red card, the government revolver, and the last two rounds of ammunition, and dropped them into her purse. She checked her makeup in the vanity mirror and then, deciding she was in no mood to drive, called a taxi.
She opened the front door, paused, and surveyed the living room one last time. 'Damn it, Larry,' she said. 'I gave you fair warning. '
Linda stepped into the dark night of a new moon. Her outdoor light had burned out weeks ago, but the porch light on Sarah Hall's house across the street blazed like a beacon, allowing Linda to navigate her steps safely. Sarah, swaying in time to a big band tune coming from her living room, deadheaded flowers that grew in large pots that framed her house. She was a large, nocturnal woman with a strong jaw and an unmistakable silhouette.
As Linda neared the street, Sarah was attracted by the unexpected movement and gave a friendly wave. Linda wished she hadn't been noticed, but if she had to deal with anyone tonight, besides the police — which at this point seemed inevitable — it might as well be Sarah. Linda liked Sarah and believed Sarah liked her too. She liked the way she complimented her bangs; she liked the cheesecakes she occasionally brought over; she liked her sisterly advice. Often Linda would call Sarah when Larry acted up. 'You should get help,' Sarah would say. Linda would agree and then tell her how she was starting to get things under control, how she and Larry were going to work things out with just a little more time, but Linda knew that the time needed to work things out with Larry was most aptly measured in geological terms.
Linda stopped between two small pear trees to wait for the taxi. She stooped under one and felt the soil — she would need to water it tomorrow. Larry had purchased the trees on the way back from their honeymoon five years ago. The trees were the only fond memory she had of that week.
Larry had surprised her with a Caribbean cruise, although Linda thought they had decided to go to New York. They spent two days in the Bahamas, but Linda refused to count it as one of the places she had actually visited since she never left the ship.
'You ever been on a cruise before?' Larry asked as they entered their suite.
The question surprised Linda. Surely they had discussed cruises in the five months they had known each other. She thought for a moment, but no such conversation came to mind. 'No,' she said, 'this will be my first time. '
'You're going to love it here,' he said.
But she didn't. Within two hours she was heaving into the toilet.
'You should give it more of a chance,' Larry said.
'I'll try,' she said.
'It's all in your attitude. '
'I think I'm feeling a little better,' she whispered, trying to prove him right. Then she grabbed the rim of the toilet and vomited again.
Larry spent the rest of their honeymoon pacing the ship's deck. Occasionally, between doses of Dramamine, Linda would look out the cabin window. She had never seen so much water. Larry refused to join her, refused to eat with her, refused to talk to her. He had decided to boycott any activity that included Linda.
Linda stood under the pear tree until the taxi arrived. As it pulled over, Sarah dropped her pruning sheers and dashed across the street.
'Sarah, I would to love talk but I need to go. '
'I would say so. ' Sarah opened the taxi door and slid into the back seat; she waved for Linda to join her. Linda crawled in.
'Just tell me, dear,' said Sarah, 'why did you shoot him?'
'Where to?' asked the driver.
'The police station,' said Linda.
The taxi sped into the night.
Linda stared out the window as the simple homes of Merry Valley slipped by. She felt Sarah's strong hands grab her arm and pull her close. 'Now don't you worry,' said Sarah. 'You're not worried, are you?'
'A little,' admitted Linda.
'There's nothing to it. Really. I had a cousin once who used a red card, and he said it was the easiest thing he ever did. '
'Who'd he use it on?' asked Linda.
'I don't remember. It's been years. At least five and it wasn't around here. '
'He said it was easy?'
'I think he shot a speeder. He always hated careless drivers. '
Linda buried her face into the fat flesh of Sarah's right arm. She wanted to cry. The handbook had mentioned this—
'When I was young, I used to drive around with my cousin,' said Sarah. 'He would yell at people all the time. Yell at them for going too slow, for going too fast, for cutting him off. I wasn't surprised when I heard he had used a red card. '
'It wasn't easy,' said Linda.
'Think he got an award for it. Used the card the same week he got it. A lot of people like to see the cards circulate. Lets more people take part in the system. '
'How'd you know I used a red card?'
'Why, dear, I heard it on the radio. They broke into ‘Phil's Follies. ' there's nothing as exciting as one of the cards being used. '
'I guess,' said Linda. She didn't mind excitement; she just didn't want the excitement to revolve around her.
By the time Linda and Sarah arrived at the police station, a small crowd had already gathered. Sarah wrapped an arm around Linda and pulled her close. 'OK, dear, you ready for this?'
Linda nodded.
'You stay by me,' she snapped with authority. Linda pulled in close for protection.
Linda recognized several faces in the crowd — Jerry Miles, Freddy Nevers, and Ann Davidson. She knew them well enough to carry on casual conversation at the Happy Druggist — Jerry's store — or Mel's Fill 'em Up where Freddy and Ann worked. There were also half a dozen people not quite as familiar to her, but she had seen them all around town at one time or another.
Freddy Nevers called her name, and Jerry Miles even shouted a little encouragement: 'Way to go!'
Deputy Williams met Linda and Sarah at the entrance to the police station and escorted them to the reception counter. At one point, Jerry, excited at having his monotonous evening livened up a little, dashed toward Linda to congratulate her, but Deputy Williams reached out and shoved him back. Linda gave the deputy an appreciative glance. 'Where were you when I needed you?' she thought.
Barry Giles, lead reporter for Channel Seven, moved as close to Linda as he could, microphone in hand, ready to broadcast the details to all of Merry Valley. 'How did it happen, Mrs. Jackson?' he called out.
Linda started to answer, but the deputy interrupted in a low forceful voice he saved for his most serious duties. 'there'll be time for that later. '
Officer Hamilton was waiting for Linda behind a mahogany reception desk. Linda pulled a revolver out of her
