The front door opened and no lights blinked, no alarms were activated, Randy was home. Marge heard his steps going up the curved stairs. She closed the safe, put the picture back into its place, closed the door to Randy’s office and went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. She was sitting at the kitchen table when she heard Randy making his way back down the steps.
“Are you alright?” he asked carefully, not sure if she would want to hear from him.
“I’m fine,” Marge answered. “Pour yourself a cup and sit,” Marge said pointing to the chair closest to her’s.
Randy’s first thought was he’d been drinking coffee all night but lately invitations to sit with Marge had been rare so he poured himself a cup, “Sorry, I wanted to come right away.”
“But there were things that just had to be done,” Marge continued for him.
“Well, there were,” he said just a little sheepishly. “They told me it was just a door left open.”
“An hour after the alarm went off.”
“I couldn’t just leave..” he started but she put her hand up to stop him.
“It’s fine, I had some great alone time with Maggie.”
“She’s a great kid. I watched her sleeping for a minute, so peaceful, so trusting. That comes from you.”
“Thanks Randy, you can be a decent guy when you want,” she looked into his eyes and for a moment saw the man she had seen sitting with in a coffee shop ten years ago. Perfect hair, perfect suit, shoes that cost more than some cars. Ten years ago he had that made of money look and back then he was just a poor struggling millionaire.
“The door wasn’t left open, Randy,” She waited until she was sure she had his full attention. “We were robbed.”