Lola-Mae stood over her great auntâ€™s tea kettle waiting for the water to boil.Â It was extraordinarily hot for May:Â 92Â°.Â Aunt Leora thought â€œitâ€™d be nice if we all had some ice tea to sip on while we sit out here on the porch.â€Â That was Lola-Maeâ€™s chance to get away from the chattery gossip of her great auntâ€™s circle group from the First Baptist church.
The steam from the kettle danced over Lolaâ€™s chest and neck as she pushed a golden curl behind her ear.Â The floral print linen dress she had borrowed from her auntâ€™s closet was beginning to cling to her skin because of the thin layer of perspiration on her back that had begun to form in the afternoon heat.
â€œThat poor dear,â€ she heard the women saying, â€œsheâ€™s so pretty to be unmarried.â€ â€œIsnâ€™t she well into her thirties?â€
â€œWhatever happened with her and that insurance salesman, Norman somebody?Â He seemed nice.â€
â€œDidnâ€™t he marry the Hawthorne girl back in February?â€
â€œA bit of a scandal if you ask me.â€
Lola had moved in with her aunt three months ago after Norman got married.Â Â Since then sheâ€™d walked around in a daze.Â Her Aunt Leora was sure that she was in no condition to live by herself; in fact, she hardly let Lola out of her sight for more than ten minutes.Â She was afraid that Lola would do something to hurt herself.Â Lola didnâ€™t mind living with her aunt, she just couldnâ€™t seem to understand why Norman never came to call on her anymore.
Lola pursed her lips and closed her eyes tightly, trying to remember why Norman had left her.Â After several minutes the memories of what had happened between her and Norman invaded her mind and she clenched her fists in anger.
It was the two year anniversary of their first date; Lola wanted to surprise Norman with a romantic dinner in his office, since he told her he couldnâ€™t get off work.Â Sheâ€™d spent half the afternoon making her famous potato salad (first prize at the County Fair three years running), and cutting peanut butter and apple jelly sandwiches into little shapes:Â a star, a heart, a little man, a cowâ€¦anything she had a cookie cutter for, just the way Norman liked them.Â She wrapped up each of the sandwiches and put them in her basket, along with a Tupperware bowl of her potato salad and two Coca-Colas.
On her way to the Pierce Insurance Firm, where Norman worked, Lola ran into her aunt.Â Aunt Leora walked with her as far as the First Baptist Church.Â They got there in just enough time to see Norman, in a tuxedo, helping Scarlet Hawthorne get her wedding dress to fit into his car.Â The guests were throwing rice and waving at the newlyweds.Â Lola dropped the picnic basket and let Aunt Leora take her home.
The shrewd whistle of the tea kettle stabbed her thoughts like a dull knife.
â€œHurry along with that tea now, Lola-Mae,â€ her aunt called from the porch.
â€œIâ€™m cominâ€™ Aunt Leoraâ€¦where do you keep your tea cups?â€
â€œTheyâ€™re in the top left cabinet bâ€™side the ice box,â€ Aunt Leora reminded her.
Lola pulled a chair from the kitchen table to the cabinet.Â Just as she pulled up the skirt of her dress so that she could step up on the chair, there was a knock at the door.Â Lola smoothed the front of her dress carefully as she walked through the living room to the front door.
She was startled by the deep blue eyes that looked down at her when she opened the door.
â€œMay I help you?â€ she asked, trying to muffle the shock of being visited by an attractive stranger.Â People hardly ever ran into strangers in a small town like Robinson, Virginia.Â Most everyone there knew every one else, and no one new ever entered into the picture.
â€œHi there maâ€™am,â€ he answered in a smooth, deep southern twang, â€œIâ€™m here lookinâ€™ for my Granny, sheâ€™s sâ€™posed to be here for the circle meetinâ€™.â€
His young form reminded Lola of all the handsome young men that had pursued her when she was that age.Â Now, after 32 years in the same town, Lola had given up on ever getting married.Â She had vowed to never love another man after Norman.
â€œTheyâ€™re not quite finished.Â But youâ€™re more than welcome to come sit with me and have a cup of tea while you wait,â€ she offered.
â€œWhy thank yâ€™ maâ€™am.Â Iâ€™d be much obliged.â€
As the handsome stranger followed Lola to the kitchen, she tossed her blonde curls over her left shoulder, glancing at him as her hair settled down her back.Â Lola liked the way he raised his right eyebrow and the slight smile that melted over his face.
â€œYou can have a seat there at the table,â€ Lola said as she chewed at the nail on her left pinky finger.
He nodded and took a seat as Lola climbed up onto the chair under the cabinet to retrieve the tea cups.Â She didnâ€™t hear him ease out of his chair to stand behind her, and she was startled when she felt his hand on the back of her calf.
â€œLet me get that for yâ€™,â€ he offered. â€œBy the way, my nameâ€™s Tyler Malone.â€
Lolaâ€™s eyes followed his and he stepped onto the chair with her.
â€œIâ€™m Lola,â€ she whispered, as he easily reached up and grabbed one of the cups on the top shelf.Â â€œI need eight cupsâ€¦well, nine, counting you.â€
Tyler handed the cups to Lola one by one, and she placed them on the counter.Â Once all nine cups were safely down from the shelf Tyler stepped down off the chair, picked Lola up by the waste and easily lowered her to the floor.
â€œLola-Mae!â€ her aunt screeched from the porch, breaking the calmness in the kitchen.Â â€œWhatâ€™s taking so long?â€
Lola quickly poured seven cups of tea, placed them on a tray and took them outside to the ladies.
â€œSorry, there was someone at the door,â€ Lola muttered as she handed out the cups.Â Aunt Leora grabbed Lolaâ€™s wrist in warning.
â€œNow what did I tell you about answerinâ€™ the door, Lola-Mae?Â Youâ€™re supposed to let me take care of that.â€
â€œI didnâ€™t want to interrupt your circle meetinâ€™.Â I wonâ€™t do it again maâ€™am.â€Â Aunt Leora released Lolaâ€™s arm at the meek apology and nodded.
When Lola returned to the kitchen, Tyler had already poured them each a cup.
â€œYou wouldnâ€™t happen to have any sugar I can put in this do yâ€™ maâ€™am?â€ he asked.
â€œNo, we ran out yesterday, I meant to run to the market this morning but Aunt Leora never got around to takinâ€™ me,â€ Lola answered regretfully.
â€œWhy donâ€™t I take you now, while weâ€™re waiting on the circle meeting to finish?Â Would that be alright?â€ he asked with raised eyebrows.
Lola peeked out the door to make sure that her aunt wasnâ€™t watching.Â She quickly grabbed Tylerâ€™s hand and they ran out the door.Â Tyler opened the door of his pale blue Ford pick-up truck and helped Lola inside.Â She smiled to herself as he walked around to the driverâ€™s side of the truck.
Tyler started up the truck and politely asked if Lola minded if he turned on the radio.Â She didnâ€™t.
Crazy, Iâ€™m crazy for feelinâ€™ so lonely.Â Iâ€™m crazy, crazy for feelinâ€™ so blue.
â€œI sure do love Miss Patsy Cline,â€ he said, as the first verse of Crazy came through the speakers.Â
Lola hummed along with the radio and smiled at her successful getaway.Â When the truck hit the pothole at the end of the gravel driveway Lola bounced into the middle of the seat.Â She grabbed Tylerâ€™s arm for support, and quickly apologized, though she let her hand rest a moment on his tanned skin before removing it.
â€œThatâ€™s quite alright maâ€™am,â€ he grinned as Lola blushed.
They turned left out of the drive and bounced down Waters Street toward the market.Â Lola wondered what Tyler was thinking, then promptly scolded herself for being attracted to a man so much younger than her.Â Why, when she was his age, he was still in grammar school.Â But he sure was handsome with those deep blue eyes that sucked you in like a vacuum, and his raven hair, and skin as dark and smooth as the leather of his boots.
Crazy for thinkinâ€™ that my love would hold you.Â Iâ€™m crazy for tryinâ€™ and crazy for cryinâ€™â€¦
â€œAnd Iâ€™m crazy for lovinâ€™ you,â€ Tyler sang along with the radio.Â He grinned at Lola and she smiled back, convincing herself that ten or twelve years wasnâ€™t that big of a difference.
The pick-up truck pulled up in front of the market.Â Lola started to get out of the car, when Tyler stopped her.
â€œMaâ€™am, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lady go buy her own groceries?Â Especially when Iâ€™m the one who asked for the sugar.Â You jesâ€™ wait right here and Iâ€™ll be back bâ€™fore yâ€™ know it.â€Â Tyler winked at her and got out of the truck.Â She watched him as he walked up the steps and into the store.Â What a nice young man, she thought to herself.
After Tyler had entered the store, Lola turned to look out the passengerâ€™s side window at the building across the street.Â Scarlet Hawthorne Pierce was carrying a picnic basket into the door of her new husbandâ€™s insurance office.Â As Norman greeted her at the door Scarlet pointed outside to the blue pickup truck.Â Lola pressed her nose to the window as Norman started walking toward her.
Before Norman could cross the street, Tyler jumped in and immediately started the truck.Â He sped away from the store headed the opposite direction from which they had come.Â The abruptness of his driving snapped Lolaâ€™s face away from the window.Â It took her several minutes to realize that they were going the wrong way.
â€œWhere are we going?â€ she asked nonchalantly.Â â€œMy Auntâ€™s house is the other way.â€
â€œItâ€™s a surprise,â€ he winked and slid his arm to rest along the back of the seat.Â Lola scooted closer to her escort and reached over her right shoulder to pull his arm around her.Â She hadnâ€™t been away from her aunt this long in three months.Â Lola didnâ€™t care where they were going, she was just happy to be going somewhere.Â She grinned to herself and pictured them running away together.Â Away from Aunt Leora and the circle group ladies; away from Robinson, where everyone knew about what Norman had done to her; away from Scarlet Hawthorne Pierce, who so willingly flaunted her new wedding ring; and most of all, away from Norman.
About ten miles out of town, Tyler pulled the truck over.Â Lola looked up at him, puzzled, but smiling at the adventure that was sure to come.Â Tyler walked around the back of the pick-up and grabbed a duffle bag out of the bed, he then opened Lolaâ€™s door and helped her out of the truck.Â She held his hand and followed him down a path through the woods.
The shady path eventually led them to a small clearing.
â€œWhat are we doing here?â€ Lola asked innocently.
â€œItâ€™s a surprise,â€ Tyler whispered.Â â€œNow, turn around and close your eyes fer just a second.â€
On impulse, Lola kissed him on the cheek and smiled.Â She closed her eyes and was turning around when she felt a sharp blow on the side of her head.Â Lola fell to the ground.
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Tyler Malone turned off the engine of his light blue pick up truck and scratched his head.Â Heâ€™d been in Robinson for a week and a half and that was long enough for him to find out that Mrs. Leora Townsend was the only person in town who had a decent amount of money.Â After talking to a few of the locals, Tyler discovered that Mrs. Townsendâ€™s family basically owned the small town.Â Her grandfatherâ€™s mining company was the sole income of Robinson for 50 years before the cotton mill opened up about ten miles east of there.Â Tyler also learned that Mrs. Townsend was very protective of her sisterâ€™s grand-daughter, Lola-Mae, who people say went crazy after her gentleman friend ran off and married the town hussy.Â All Tyler needed now was a reason to go by the house.Â Luckily there was a sign out in front of the First Baptist Church saying that the weekly circle meeting had been moved to Mrs. Leora Townsendâ€™s house, he was sure he could come up with an excuse to drop in.
Tyler eased out of his truck and made his way to the front door.Â He peeked through the window and saw a pretty blonde woman down the hallway pulling her skirt up to nearly mid-thigh.Â He knocked on the door just as she was about to step onto a chair that was beside the refrigerator.
She was older than he originally thought.Â But there was no guarantee that this was the girl he was looking for.Â Tyler made up some excuse about picking up his grandmother from the circle meeting and she let him in.Â He willingly followed her to the kitchen where she offered him a cup of tea.
The woman climbed up onto the chair and reached for the top shelf of the cupboard.Â Tyler noticed the muscles in her legs tense as she ascended to her tiptoes.Â Without a sound, he rose from his chair and touched the back of her leg.Â As he climbed up onto the chair beside her he forgot why he was there.Â He looked down into her wide blue eyes and would have forgotten his name if he hadnâ€™t told her right then.Â Â It only took two words for him to remember why he was there:Â â€œIâ€™m Lola.â€
After he retrieved the cups she needed, Tyler lowered her to the floor.Â He had to think of a way to get her to leave with him, that is, without making a scene.Â As she took the other cups of tea to the back porch he poured them both a cup.Â One sip of his tea and the idea came to him.
Not two minutes later the two were out the door and on their way to the market for a pound of sugar.Â Tyler sang along with the radio as they bounced down the dirt road toward the center of town.Â He liked the way Lola grabbed his arm every time they hit a bump.
As he pulled up to the market Tyler made a point to park the truck facing away from the entrance.Â He figured he could make a little extra money inside and didnâ€™t want Lola to witness anything.Â When he exited the truck he made sure Lolaâ€™s attention was elsewhere before he went inside.
Tyler nodded at the clerk as he walked to the back of the store to get the bag of sugar.Â As he walked back toward the cash register he glanced around, making sure there were no other customers in the store, and slowly pulled a knife out of his left front pocket.
â€œIâ€™d â€˜ppreciate it if youâ€™d open up that there register and hand me what money yâ€™ have,â€ Tyler grinned at the wide-eyed clerk.Â He began to clean out his fingernails with the knife as the clerk stared in disbelief.Â â€œI asked yâ€™ awful nicely sir, now Iâ€™d hate to hafta use this here blade to persuade yâ€™.â€
The trembling clerk began to gather all the bills out of the register and stuff them in a bag for the polite crook.Â Tyler glanced out the window; Lola wasnâ€™t watching him.
Tyler jumped back into the truck and started the engine with one swift motion.Â As he sped away from the store he kicked up enough dust to cause a man in the street to cough.Â Tyler turned around in his seat to make sure the man hadnâ€™t seen anything.Â It took Lola a while to notice that he was going in the opposite direction from which they came.Â When she mentioned it Tyler lied and told her it was a surprise.Â He liked the way she trusted him so blindly.
Roughly ten miles out of town Tyler pulled off the side of the road at a small path.Â He had hiked up there when he first got to Robinson and discovered an old abandoned cabin about a half hourâ€™s walk from the road.Â Tyler got out of the truck and walked around back so he could grab some supplies.Â He picked up his bag; filled with rope, a blindfold, and about a weekâ€™s worth of food; and then opened the door for Lola and helped her out of the truck.Â Lola willingly grabbed his hand and he led her down the path.
After about ten minutes worth of walking they came to a small clearing.Â Tyler supposed heâ€™d better at least blindfold her now, so in case she escaped once they got to the cabin she wouldnâ€™t know where to go.Â Because she had been so trusting of him thus far, Tyler figured the easiest way to do this was to ask her to close her eyes for a â€œsurpriseâ€ while he got the blindfold out of his bag.
Lola kissed him on the cheek and smiled before closing her eyes.Â A twinge of guilt tugged at Tylerâ€™s heart as he reached into his bag.Â Just as Lolaâ€™s eyes were closed, a man came up behind them and knocked Lola out with a rock the size of his fist.
â€œWho the hell are you?â€Â Tyler shouted at the attacker.
â€œIâ€™d like to ask you the same thing,â€ the man shouted back.Â â€œI already know you robbed the grocery store, so why donâ€™t you tell me what you want with Lola-Mae?â€
Tyler had to think fast.Â He half wanted to run away and forget the whole thing, but he couldnâ€™t deny the fact that heâ€™d get a nice fortune in ransom money from Lolaâ€™s aunt.
â€œWell, if yer sâ€™pposed to be chasinâ€™ me, then whyâ€™d you knock her over the head?â€Â Tyler barely had the question out of his mouth before the man charged at him with the rock.Â He didnâ€™t have enough time to duck and was struck right between the eyes.
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Norman Pierce sat in his office impatiently awaiting his lunch.Â Since the day after he married Scarlet, she had brought him a picnic lunch every day at work at 12:30 on the dot.Â It was getting close to 1:00 and Norman was not a patient man.Â As he made his way down the hallway of his office he saw Scarlet coming up the walk outside.Â Usually she would give him a kiss hello, but today she was busy staring across the street.
â€œNorman honey, isnâ€™t that that Townsend girl?â€Â Scarlet asked as she looked up at her husband through dark lashes.
â€œWhat are you talking about, you know Mrs. Townsend doesnâ€™t let Lola out by herself anymore.â€Â Norman was irritated and hungry.
â€œNo, look in that blue truck.â€Â Scarlet pointed directly at Lola, who now had her nose pressed firmly against the glass of the passengerâ€™s side window.
Norman squinted hard and walked toward the truck.Â Just as he was entering the street, a man came running out of the market, jumped into the truck and sped away.Â Norman coughed as he was surrounded by a cloud of dust left by the blue pickup.Â He stared hard at the truck, trying to figure out why Lola would be with this hoodlum.
Norman began to dust himself off as he walked back toward the Pierce Insurance Firm.Â Just before he opened the door to his office he heard Mr. Peterson, the owner of the grocery store, screaming that heâ€™d been robbed.Â Norman wasted no time running inside to get his car keys.Â He was soon speeding down the road, not knowing what heâ€™d do if he caught up with them.
Norman slammed his foot on the break the second he saw the light blue pickup truck on the side of the road.Â He jumped out of his car and looked around frantically for any trace of where that man took Lola.Â As soon as Norman found the path he began running as fast as he could.Â His heart was hammering at the inside of his chest; if Scarletâ€™s father heard about this, Norman would be a dead man.Â He couldnâ€™t quite figure out why he was chasing after Lola; maybe he felt like he owed her something for marrying Scarlet.Â He wouldnâ€™t have done that if Mr. Hawthorne hadnâ€™t caught him banging her in the hayloft of the Hawthorne family barn.Â After that it was either marry Scarlet, or meet the end of her fatherâ€™s shotgun.Â It was a short engagement:Â two weeks.Â Norman was too much of a coward to tell Lola what was happening, she had to find out from her aunt on the day of the ceremony.Â Â After that Lola was never quite herself.Â There were even rumors that she had tried to kill herself, but Norman didnâ€™t want to believe that.
Norman ran harder when he saw them ahead of him.Â The man was carrying a duffle bag, no doubt filled with stolen money or guns, or something else just as horrible.Â They stopped ahead of him in a clearing and Norman wasted no time, he picked up a rock the size of his fist, hid behind a tree about five feet away and waited for the perfect moment to attack.
He heard the man tell Lola to close her eyes and he crept from behind the tree.Â To his shock and utter disgust Lola leaned forward and kissed the strange man.Â The blood rushed to Normanâ€™s face and he angrily rushed forward and brought the rock down firmly on Lolaâ€™s skull.Â As she crumpled to the ground he stared accusingly at the man:Â the man who was with his Lola, the man who had the audacity to ask who he was.
Normanâ€™s heart sped up and he lunged forward.Â The rock in his hand landed squarely between the strangerâ€™s eyes and the man fell to the ground.Â He kicked the outsider to make sure he wasnâ€™t going to wake up and then crouched down beside Lolaâ€™s lifeless body.
There was a gash across the left side of her forehead where Norman had hit her with the rock.Â He brushed a thick curl out of her face and lifted her shoulders.Â It took him a moment to get his balance, and when he did he threw Lola over his left shoulder and carried her back to his car.
Norman opened the back door and easily slid Lola from his shoulder onto the back seat.Â He had to crawl in with her in order to scoot her back far enough so that her legs wouldnâ€™t stick out the door.Â As he slid her body back towards the far door, Norman noticed that her dress had slithered up around her waste to expose her long slender legs.
In the two years he had courted her, Norman and Lola had never made love.
Norman placed his hand on Lolaâ€™s bare stomach and ran it down to stroke her thigh.Â He leaned down far enough to place his cheek on her naked abdomen and kissed her navel.Â His heart was pounding as Norman unfastened his pants and climbed on top of Lolaâ€™s unconscious body.
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Lola awoke an hour later on her Aunt Leoraâ€™s bed.Â Â Her head was throbbing and she couldnâ€™t remember how she got there.Â She lay awake, blinking to clear her vision, for several minutes before her aunt entered the room carrying a water basin and a washcloth.
â€œThereâ€™s my girl, I was getting worried about you,â€ Aunt Leora whispered.Â â€œYouâ€™ve got quite a cut on your forehead there.Â Do you remember what happened to ya honey?â€
Lola shook her head and closed her eyes.
â€œWhereâ€™s Tyler?â€ she mumbled.
Aunt Leora shook her head and placed the wet washcloth on Lola-Maeâ€™s forehead.
â€œDonâ€™t you fret about that now dearie.Â You just wait till youâ€™ve got your strength back, and then you can tell us what happened.â€
â€œWhoâ€™s us?â€Â Lola asked, confused.
â€œWhy, Mr. Pierce and me,â€ her aunt explained.
Up until that point Lola hadnâ€™t noticed Norman standing on the other side of the bed.
â€œWhatâ€™s he doing here?Â I donâ€™t want to see him.â€Â Lola was getting upset.
â€œI rescued you!â€Â Norman half shouted.
Lola crinkled up her nose and pointed at Norman.
â€œYou married that slut instead of me.Â You didnâ€™t rescue me.Â Tyler rescued me!â€Â Lola was now sitting strait up in bed.
â€œWho is Tyler?â€Â Aunt Leora interrupted.
â€œTyler Malone.Â He was going to take me far away from here so I would never have to see Mr. and Mrs. Norman Delaney Pierce ever again.Â We were going to be happy and he was going to take care of me!Â I want to see Tyler!â€Â Lola was getting angry by this point.
â€œShhh, hush now.Â Donâ€™t get yourself all worked up.Â Weâ€™ll sort this out tomorrow,â€ Aunt Leora tried to soothe her niece.Â â€œRight now miss Lola-Mae, you need to get some rest.â€
Lolaâ€™s aunt kissed her on the cheek and exited the room.Â Norman stayed behind.
After a few moments Norman started to leave the room.Â He took one last look back at Lola:Â she was grinning at him.Â He squinted his eyes to make sure he was seeing correctly.
â€œI know what you did!â€Â She giggled in a singsong voice.Â â€œYou thought I was asleep,â€ her eyes were widening.Â â€œIâ€™m gonna tell Miss Scarlet!Â Iâ€™m gonna tell them all what you did!â€Â A throaty laugh escaped from Lolaâ€™s lips.
Norman clenched his fists and the blood rushed to his face.Â He closed the door.
â€œMiss Scarletâ€™s gonna be mad at you!â€Â Lola couldnâ€™t stop laughing.Â â€œI win, I win, I win,â€ she chanted over and over.
Norman took deliberate steps as he approached the bed.Â Lola shrunk down in her sheets as if she was scared, but she kept laughing.Â She kept laughing as Norman picked up the pillow from beside her head.Â She even laughed as he lowered it over her face.
Aunt Leora walked back in the room just as Norman was removing the pillow from Lolaâ€™s smiling face.Â Her mind went numb as she slowly walked downstairs and called the police.Â When they arrived Norman was laying beside Lolaâ€™s dead body crying and saying, â€œIâ€™m sorryâ€ over and over.
After the coroner took Lolaâ€™s body away and the police finished questioning her about the murder, Mrs. Leora Townsend wrote a letter to the reverend at the First Baptist Church explaining that in the event of her death, all of her earthly belongings, and everything she had in the bank was to go to a Mr. Tyler Malone, â€œthe man who rescued my beloved Lola-Mae.â€Â Aunt Leora stuffed the letter into an envelope, stamped and addressed it to the church, and walked down her long driveway to place it in the mailbox.
Upon returning to the house, she made herself a cup of tea and went to bed.Â Her housekeeper found her dead the next morning; the doctor said she had passed in her sleep; it was most likely a heart attack.
Tyler Malone returned to Robinson a month later on his way to Baltimore.Â He stopped at a soda shop on the outskirts of town and, out of curiosity, mentioned Lolaâ€™s name to the man behind the counter.
â€œWell now, Lola-Mae and her Aunt Leora Townsend both passed away about a month ago,â€ the man explained.Â â€œFunny thing is, old Mrs. Townsend left everything to some Malone person that none of us ever heard of.â€
â€œWhere would I go to find out more about that?â€ Tyler asked; his right eyebrow raised.
â€œTry the reverend over at the First Baptist Church first, but my guess is that they have all the paperwork over at the bank.â€
After a brief chat with the good reverend and a lot of paperwork, Tyler Malone left Robinson with a key to the old Townsend house and a check for over nine hundred thousand dollars.Â He never came back.