Jeanie was relieved to see him.
"Oh, by the way, Larry and McCree were here this afternoon to see you," she said. "I told them about the letters and they said we needed a place to hide them. Notice anything different?" she asked, going toward the kitchen table.
"No, not a thing."
Reaching just under the table's edge, she pulled, and out came a good-sized wooden file drawer, in which she'd filed all the mail in the order they were in earlier! Mike was pleased, and, proud. There was no way anyone could see the difference in the table. As he gave her a hug, he jokingly said,
"You'd better watch who you're keeping company with while I'm gone! Can't be gone five minutes unless you're entertaining men!"
"Oh! You!" she giggled, and hugged him harder.
Mike didn't have the heart to spoil their pleasant evening with the bad news of what had happened that day. He just wanted to relax through supper with Jeanie, and go to sleep. Anyway, he didn't have to say a word. It was in all the papers, directly on the front page, the next morning. Jeanie was both horrified with the report, and proud that he'd been able to help and had done well. They enjoyed what they could of the night together, both unaware of some surprising news they would hear tomorrow