Mike thought about several of the psychologists
in the city
-- maybe they needed help. Maybe he needed help to get past his
fear, an irrational fear, of being alone.
"Shopping at West
Point Market is always a pleasure," thought
Mike, as he paid for his purchases. "Tonight, steak and all the
trimmings and a bottle of good wine. That should help us get back
onto an even, loving place in our life," he thought.
At their home in Highland
Square, the phone rang. But, neither
Mike nor Dan was there to answer it. The answering machine
whirred on and a woman from the Summit County Courthouse
asked both of them to call. Something about testifying against two
men who broke into their house.
When Mike heard the
message an hour later, he knew they
couldn't testify against Clarence and Vince. They might have raped
Dan and broken into Dan and Mike's home, but Dan had shot both
of them. Dan might go to prison, too. Mike picked up the phone and
called the courthouse and said, "No, we won't testify against them."
"We'll have to
let them go if we have no charges against them,"
said the woman.
Mike hung up the telephone
without speaking. He turned on
WCLV radio. "Good music," he said, "and they don't beg for
money."
He realized he was talking to himself.
The doorbell rang and
Mike froze. He couldn't move at first. He
scooted his feet toward the front door and peeped out the window.
It was Dan.
"I'm glad to see
you," said Mike. "I've been lonesome for you
all day."
Dan hugged Mike and
said, "Wait until I tell you about the
telephone call I got today." [They didn't get the Martha Stewart
Award. But, what about the justice award? Or did Ameritech call to
give them an award? For the answer to these and other exciting
questions, read the next "Tales of Akron," in the next issue
of
"What's Up."]
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