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Ending to Story Starter #5
Davy sank to the sand in a miserable ball. He rocked back and forth, wondering how he was going to get out of THIS one.
A figure detached itself from the shadows of the Pad and walked inside on silent feet.
~~~~~~~
"Michael?" Peter knocked and looked around the door. "Are you all right?"
"No. I'm mad as hell, Pete." He sat up from where he'd been laying miserably on the bed. "Why'd he do that?"
"Why are you so sure he did?"
Mike frowned. "What are you getting at?"
Peter sat beside him. "Have you ever known Davy to lie about a woman? Even when he was dating two women at once, he was honest about it."
"But...." Mike passed a hand across his forehead, frowning deeper. "Beverly wouldn't lie, either..."
"Michael -- would you read something for me? Just read it to yourself?"
"Peter, what does this have to do with--"
"It has EVERYTHING to do with it."
"All right. I'll read it."
Peter went to the dresser and lifted the grey book from it. He walked over and sat down, opening it to what seemed like it was just inside the cover. "Read from here...to here."
"The entire chapter?"
"The entire chapter," Peter confirmed. He sat back and waited while Mike read Genesis chapter 39.
As he watched, Mike's eyes widened, then narrowed as his lips thinned. He pulled the book closer and read it again -- and again. Then he looked up at Peter. "You're SURE."
"I saw the whole thing," Peter said softly. "The parallels were striking."
Mike got up and stormed into the guest room. "Walter." Both he and Beverly looked up, and Beverly sniffled. "Stop it," Mike growled. "You can stop with the crocodile tears. I know what you did -- Lady Potiphar."
"What?" Walter gasped. Mike held out the book and Walter skimmed it. Seeing the wife of Potiphar doing almost the exact same thing to Joseph as Beverly had done to Davy, Walter's eyes narrowed. He raised them to Mike. "You got proof?" he asked softly.
"Eyewitness," Mike said just as softly.
"Beverly," Walter said, not looking at her. "Pack your things."
She got up. "We're leaving, then?"
"No. YOU are leaving."
"Walter!"
He turned to face her, and his eyes were stone. "I told you what would happen if you ever -- EVER -- pulled that kind of shit on me again. You had your chance, little girl. You BLEW it. Get out of this house. Expect divorce papers as soon as I can get them drawn up."
Leaving her gawking after him, Walter pulled Mike into the hallway. "Where's the little one?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"I got some crow t'eat."
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