“Bye bye,
Norma.”
That was the note. I knew she’d faded from the picture.
Perhaps, some day, in the teeming millions of the big city, our paths were destined to cross again. In the meantime she’d walked out of my life — to give me a break.
I got up and closed the window, shivered a little bit.
It seemed hard to be always on the dodge, always ducking for cover, always avoiding my fellow man... she may have been a crook, but she was a straight crook. That was the game we’d played with the law — and won.
Straight crooks!