by Mary Elizabeth (Leach) Raines
Imagine a college kid getting this phone call: "Your father was just murdered."
Paul, a kind music professor, stopped for a red light. Two drug addicts opened his wife's door. Slugging her, they tried to grab her pocketbook. Paul leaped out to stop them. They shot him.
Decades later, his sweet, double-chinned widow softly confides in me: "Paul was such a beautiful lover. I miss that."
The kid has become a professor himself. Online ratings note that occasionally he mercilessly berates a student for no reason. No one knows he still sometimes cries himself to sleep, thinking about his father.
© 2016, M. E. Raines