“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Edwards. I hate to tell you this but Ed is on one of his binges. I just don’t know what time he’ll be home or even if he will come home tonight.” “I’m sorry, Maggie. I just can’t wait for him this time. If he isn’t on the site tomorrow, tell him not to show up at all.” “I understand, Mr. Edwards, but we


really need the money. We just had a new barbeque pit built. I’ll tell him as soon as I see him. I may have to go back to work myself.” As she left the bank, she noticed


that the weather started to break. When she arrived at the house, she walked to the backyard. The buttercups she planted around the deck looked beautiful against the red brick of the barbeque pit. “Don’t you just love the new flowers?” she asked


aloud. As Margaret picked one of the last


tomatoes from her small garden, she noticed that the leaves were beginning to change. She could not believe she had been back at work for months now. When she turned to go into the house, a police car pulled into her driveway. After some formalities, the young officer asked Margaret if he could speak to Mr. Harrison. “Let’s walk around to the deck,” Margaret said. “The last time I saw him he was standing right there by the barbeque.” “And when wa s tha t ? ” the


officer asked. “I think it was March,” she sighed.


The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.


- Oscar Wilde 9


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