THE STOKES MANSION
– LIVING ROOM
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finally see his true colors? And
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As the organ music began to swell,
Leticia Rutherford reached over from her chair and switched off the
radio just as the telephone across the room began to ring.
“I don’t know why I ever let Francis
talk me into listening to those programs,” she muttered to herself as
she rose from her chair and walked over to answer the phone.
“Leticia, dear, I hope you’ll forgive
me for calling unexpectedly,” the familiar voice came from the other
end of the line, “but I felt it was important that I talk to you at
How good to hear from you,” she smiled, instantly recognizing
the voice of her son-in-law, Mark
Linford, “Judith isn’t here right
now, though. Surprisingly,
she’s doing some volunteer work at the hospital and….”
“I’m not calling to talk to Judith,
Leticia. I don’t have much
to say to her anyway and I’m fairly certain she has even less to say
“Mark, darling, I know things have been
difficult since Judith lost the baby, but if you and Judith could simply
talk through your problems, I’m sure you could….”
this isn’t a social call. This
is business. You know that I
appreciate how, despite the way things are between Judith and me,
you’ve continued to let me handle your legal matters.”
“And why wouldn’t I?
You know I still think the world of you and you know how much I
value your skills.”
“Yes, thank you, but….”
There was a distinctly uncomfortable pause on the line.
“I received a phone call earlier from your accountant, Mr.
Crosley. It seems that there
have been several large withdrawals lately from your personal bank
account – withdrawals that have been signed for by your husband.”
“Fred?” Leticia gasped, unable to
believe her ears. “Are you
“I went to Mr. Crosley’s office and
double checked. It turns out
that since you and Fred got married, he’s been making tiny withdrawals
from your account, a little at a time, a couple of times a week.
However, over the last few weeks the amount he’s been pulling
out his greatly increased.”
much money are you talking about?”
“These last few withdrawals?
Several thousand dollars each.
Honestly, Leticia, why you ever set up a joint bank account with
that man and gave him free access to your money….”
“He’s my husband, Mark.
I’m supposed to trust him.”
Or at least she thought she could trust him.
As the weight of the situation pressed
down upon her, Leticia sat down in the chair next to the telephone table
and began to consider the ramifications and implications of Mark’s
information. She wasn’t so
lost in her own thoughts, however, that she didn’t hear the front door
open and the all too familiar fall of footsteps on the marble tile in
the foyer heading towards the living room.
“Leticia, what do you want me to do?”
Mark asked after several long moments of uncomfortable silence on the
line. “What should I tell
“Don’t do anything right now,” she
replied, looking up from her seated position at her husband who had just
arrived home from his job at the hospital and was now standing right in
front of her, “at least not until after I’ve had a chance to get
some answers of my own.”