She made me want to pat her head, wipe her nose, and send her off for an afternoon nap. There was something very wistful, and very young, about her. Outside I signalled a cruising cab. I put her in the back seat and said, “You go get some sleep and you’ll feel better.” I took out my wallet to pay the driver. She leaned toward the open window. “You do not come with me?” I wanted to say yes. I had some questions to ask her. But I was sure that Arden was watching from her post in the drugstore. I said, “Later, chica,” and used my fatherly smile on her. With a woebegone look, she gave the driver an address. I paid him for the ride and then waved as she was driven off. Feeling virtuous for a number of reasons, I crossed the street to the drugstore. I opened the door and stepped in. The bright sunlight outside made the cool dimness seem greater than it was and I needed a moment to adjust my eyes. I got them into focus just in time to see someone making tracks through a door at the rear.
What do You think about Till Death Do Us Part (1987)?
