Chapter 164

As we drove to the airport I made another call. Actually, I had Marge make the call and hand me the phone.

"John, do you like my car?"

"Are you giving me your car?" His voice sounded shocked. "Yup. It will be in lot A at LAX. You know where I keep the hide-a-key. We can do paperwork in a couple days. The parking ticket will be in the glove box."

"Ok, man. Thanks. Where are you going?"

"We're going to Seattle today. After that I'm not sure."

"We?"

"I have hired a business advisor. She is traveling with me."

"Oh. Well, have a good trip."

We parked the car and took a bus to terminal seven, United. We boarded first and were served beverages before take-off. Marge sat as close to me as the first class seats allowed.

In Seattle we checked into a very nice hotel and went shopping. I bought a nice camera and as we wandered around the city I took pictures or asked people to take pictures of Marge and me. Back at the hotel I had double prints made and sent one set to Sue and one set to Marge's friend on HR. Marge included a note saying it was Ok for the pictures to be shared. They showed her hard at work with her new boss.

A week later we sent more pictures from our visits to the San Juan Islands, Vancouver, and Buschart Gardens. Marge was wearing new clothes in every set of pictures.

We checked emails a couple times a week. Marge's friend said that Sue had been demoted and no longer had her own office. Word was that she was losing her apartment, that Dale was caught cheating with two other women and he was fired from his job. He had been staying with Sue until she caught him cheating.

One day while we drove from Seattle to Spokane the cell phone rang. I was driving so Marge answered.

"Nick Enterprises, May I help you?"

"Yes, this is his phone but he's driving and asked me to answer for him."

She listened.

"He has no plans to be back in Los Angeles any time soon, if ever. Is there something you need from him?"

Pause.

"Hold please." She covered the phone and told me it was a lawyer for Miss Susan Jackson. He says you are being sued and he wants to know where to serve the papers.

I pulled over and took the phone.

"Sued for what, exactly?"

"Breach of Promise."

"I'm going to guess that you took this case on contingency. I'm going to give you three phone numbers of three different individuals who saw the evidence of Sue's screwing someone while I was out of town. They can show you pictures they took with their own cameras. If you still want to take her case I will let you know that I have already retained a law firm to represent me in all matters of law. Send any further communication to Mr. Brewer." I gave him the numbers and hung up.

Marge was looking at me with respect and admiration.

"Wait till he calls. One of the three is a cop. We won't ever hear from him again."

An hour later the phone rang again. Marge didn't ask she just answered, "The office of Nick Enterprises. May I help you?"

"I'm sorry Nick is out of town indefinitely. Is there a message you would like me to give him?"

"Yes. You want him to know that his thousand is helping to pay for you to start a new life. You want me to say thank you?"

I whispered, "Get her address."

"Miss, can I get your address and phone number. Nick may want to speak with you."

She spoke it and I wrote it down. The call ended. I called Mr. Brewer. I gave him her information and had him send her a check for ten thousand. Mr Brewer asked no questions.

Marge asked, "Why ten thousand more to the other woman?"

"Her life crashed into the same rock that mine did. The difference is I found you and a hundred mill. Maybe ten thou will help her some."

"You are one of the good guys."

"And you are one great woman. I'm glad you answered when I called Sue's office that day. I might have gone away thinking all women were as nasty and untrustworthy as Sue."

"Pull over into the next rest stop would you, please? I'd like to further reinforce the belief that some women are worth having around."

We were driving a nearly new Lincoln. Nearly new because we had been driving it a lot in the month since I bought it. I pulled into the next rest stop and parked next to a small Winebago. As I got out of the car I saw a "For Sale" sign in the side window of the Winebago. I knocked and the lady who answered the door was a nice looking young woman. I asked about the motor home and she invited us in. It was two years old, had nine thousand miles on it and booth looked and smelled good. She was parked out at the rest stop in hopes that someone traveling would take an interest. Her husband was working in town and they had settled down, so they didn't need the Winnie anymore.

I asked what he was driving. They only had the Winnie for transportation. I asked her if she would consider a trade for a one month old Lincoln. Before she answered she fired up her laptop and checked the blue book on both. The Lincoln and the Winnie were pretty close in value. I sweetened the deal by $5000 dollars and we spent two hours moving our stuff into our new motorhome and her stuff into her new Lincoln. As it happened I had $8000 in the car in cash. Part of the two hours was spent doing the paperwork to transfer the two vehicles. She drove away to pick up her husband from work, smiling and happy.

After she left Marge asked, "Why did you do that? Did we need a motorhome?"

"I needed a place for you to reinforce my belief that some women are worth keeping around. This looks like a good place."

We figured out how to close the curtains and we put a sheet on the bed. We undressed and discovered that a Winnie isn't a big hotel room. The bed is however, just fine for belief reinforcement.

We bought that Winnie three years ago. My belief is stronger today than it was that day that some women are worth keeping, loving, caring for and playing with. I don't believe Sue would have ever been as much fun as Marge has turned out to be. Last I heard, she was sixty pounds heavier than when we left L.A. and living alone in a bad part of town. We gave away a hundred thousand dollars last year, in restaurant tips. Half a million in scholarships to kids based on their grades alone. The lawyer she hired never did anything with the case after he was shown the pictures.