Murder in Marietta (A Trixie Montgomery Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Deborah Malone Page B

had to start over on my own. I didn’t have a job.” Her eyes pleaded for empathy. “I couldn’t let my daughter go hungry, so I borrowed as much money from the bank as possible.” She looked at me. I nodded.
    “Well, that doesn’t seem so bad,” Dee Dee said. “I borrow money all the time.”
    “No, I guess it wouldn’t be that bad. But, I was in way over my head and felt like I was drowning. When I received the bookkeeping job at the museum, the temptation was more than I could handle. I took a little money from the register every now and then.” By this time the tears flowed. Doc let go of her hands and sat back in his chair. He couldn’t have appeared more surprised if Gloria Hamilton had patted him on the back and congratulated him on a job well done.

CHAPTER TWENTY

    P lease don’t inform the police,” Marianne choked out between sobs. “I fully intended to put the money back. But, one day Jacob saw me take some from the cash bag. Next thing I knew, he made unwanted advances toward me. I said I’d report him, and he told me to go ahead – he’d tell you I took the money.”
    “So you didn’t say anything?” I couldn’t imagine how terrified she must have been. Her actions put her in a lose-lose situation. She’d made a bad decision at the time when she’d been left to raise her child alone, and now it had come back to haunt her. If Mama hadn’t offered me a place to live, I don’t know what I’d have done. But I wondered if this young woman could have been panicked enough to kill Jacob. Although there were moments I’d hated Wade, never enough to murder.
    “I’m so ashamed.” She hid her face in her hands.
    “Uh, I’m shocked.” Doc slid his chair back, stood up and walked around the room. With hands behind his back, he paced for a few minutes then sat back down.
    “I don’t have a notion how to handle this.” Doc gazed at the top of Marianne’s head. “Marianne, why don’t you take the rest of the day off? I’m not saying I’m going to fire you, I just need time to think.”
    The tears flowed faster. Dee Dee handed Marianne a fresh Kleenex. She blew her nose in a most unladylike honk.
    Marianne turned pleading eyes up toward Doc. “I’m aware I did something wrong, but I’m asking you to please put yourself in my shoes. I’m willing to pay back all the money. I’m sorry, please forgive me.”
    I thought of how many times I needed the forgiveness of others. Through experience, I also understood how hard it was to forgive sometimes. The whole scenario brought back painful memories. Wade had dropped the news, out of the blue, he wanted to end our marriage. He’d found his soul mate online, a beautiful, blonde, twenty-something. My world turned upside down, and he left me to pick up the pieces.
    They say what goes around comes around. In Wade’s case, the saying came true. His beautiful blonde soul mate was in reality a 300 pound bimbo who played men for what she could get. By then, it was too late to preserve the marriage. Wade wanted out.
    The anger and bitterness began to eat away at me. It wasn’t until Dee Dee helped me see that if I continued to harbor these feelings they would destroy me. God had a good plan when he asked us to forgive others. When we forgive someone who has hurt us, forgiveness can heal that hurt. Even though I’d made progress in forgiving Wade, every now and again I still thought of him as ‘the jerk.’ Lord, please forgive me.
    “Trixie.” Dee Dee brought me out of my reverie. “Marianne just left. What were you thinking about, anyway?” She squeezed my shoulder. “Wade?”
    I’m not sure if it’s a curse or a blessing to have a friend who knows you so well. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I swiped at a tear that ran down my cheek. “I don’t think we can accomplish anything else here. Why don’t we go pick up Nana and go to lunch. I’m starved.”
    “Let’s go!” She grabbed her signature style gigantean purse faster