Douglas sank onto the bench beside the window. \u201cIt started eighteen months ago,\u201d he said, so quietly that I leaned closer. A loan to a friend\u2019s car lot had failed, and Douglas, who sold insurance to half the town, began borrowing from the premiums that clients like the Hendrickses paid him, meaning to put it back before anyone noticed. He never did. At my birthday supper, Mrs. Hendricks had mentioned that her homeowners policy lapsed even though she had paid every month, and I kept that in my head the way I once kept every voice on the switchboard.<\/p>\n
\u201cLyle Pruitt from Dubuque paid eleven thousand dollars for my Buick,\u201d I said. \u201cYou gave me thirty-eight hundred and used the rest to patch the hole you made.\u201d Douglas covered his face. \u201cI thought you would never check,\u201d he said. \u201cYou thought an old woman would never check,\u201d I answered. \u201cThat was your mistake. Mine was telling you about the mailbox.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had not come to ruin him. From my basket I took a stamped envelope addressed to the state insurance department, and a second paper listing every payment the Hendrickses made. \u201cYou have until Friday to walk into that office yourself and repay them in full,\u201d I said. \u201cIf you do, this envelope goes in my stove. If you don\u2019t, Doris\u2019s nephew mails it Monday.\u201d Douglas nodded again and again, tears running into his collar, while half of Main Street pretended not to watch.<\/p>\n
He reported himself Friday morning. He sold his boat and lake cabin, repaid the Hendrickses to the penny, and gave up his license. Because he had confessed first, the judge chose probation and restitution over prison. Mrs. Hendricks wrote a letter on his behalf. Now Douglas drives me to the supper club every Sunday, and I let him. On Thursdays I ride the red bicycle to the diner where he waits, and I ring the bell at him. I never asked for the keys back. I only asked to be treated like the woman who raised him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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