R Is for Ricochet

anyone we know. I guess I should have told you up front, but I wasn't sure you'd approve so I just went ahead and did it."
    "What'd you need me for? You're big boys and girls. Why not go to a motel and get it over with?"
    "I was scared. We haven't been together for so long, I was afraid the chemistry might be gone."
    "I don't get it. What's the timing on this? Were you bonking the guy while you were ripping him off?"
    "It isn't 'bonking.' We make love."
    "Oh, sorry. Were you 'making love' while you were making off with all his hard-earned cash?"
    "I guess you could put it that way. I mean, I knew it was
wrong,
but I couldn't help myself. I felt awful. I still do. He knows I'd never do anything to hurt him."
    "Losing that much money didn't hurt? I'd be cut to the quick."
    "It wasn't personal. I took money from the company -"
    "Which he owns."
    "I know, but I didn't look at it that way. It was just
there
and nobody seemed to notice. I kept thinking I'd score big and then I'd put it all back. I never meant to keep it and I certainly wouldn't
steal."
    "Reba, that's what stealing
is.
You pocket someone else's money without their knowledge or consent. If you use a gun, it's called robbery. Either way, it's not behavior that's designed to endear."
    She shrugged uncomfortably. "I saw it as a loan. It was just a temporary thing."
    "The guy must have a big heart."
    "He does. He tried to help me. He did everything he could. I know he's forgiven me. He said it all again last night."
    "Hey, I'll take your word for it, but it's weird. I mean, it's one thing to forgive, but then to go on with the affair? How does he rationalize
that?
Doesn't he feel used?"
    "He understands I have a self-destructive streak. That doesn't mean he condones it, but he doesn't hold it against me."
    "Is that why you never went to trial? Because of him?"
    "Partly. When I got arrested, I knew I'd hit bottom. I was guilty as shit. I just wanted to take my licks and get it over with. A trial would've been an embarrassment for Pop. I didn't want him to suffer another public spectacle. I've caused enough trouble as it is."
    "Your father tells me Beck's married. Doesn't his wife figure into the equation somewhere?"
    "That's a marriage of convenience. They haven't been intimate for years."
    "Oh, come
on.
Every married guy says
that."
    "I know, but in his case, it's true."
    "What a crock of shit. You think he'll leave her for you? It doesn't work that way."
    "Wrong. You are so wrong," she said. "He has it all set up."
    "Like what?"
    "This is all part of his game plan, but he has to bide his time. If she finds out about me, she'll take him for everything."
    "I know
I
would."
    "He told me last night he's close to pulling it off."
    "Pulling what off?"
    I got the double whammy – the big imploring eyes, plus the arm clutch denoting her earnest intent. "Promise you won't tell."
    "I can't promise you that! What if he's planning to rob a bank?"
    "Don't be dumb. He's getting his finances in shape. Once he has his assets under wraps, he'll broach the subject of divorce. By then, it'll be a done deal and what's she going to do? She'll just have to face facts and accept reality."
    "Would you listen to yourself? You're telling me he's worked out a way to cheat his wife. What kind of man
is
he? First he runs around on her and then he rips her off? Oh wait. Skip that. Just occurred to me that you ripped him off first so maybe you're the perfect pair."
    "You don't even know what love is. I bet you've never been in love in your life."
    "Don't change the subject."
    "Well, it's true, isn't it?"
    I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in despair. "You are such a nincompoop."
    "So what? It's not hurting anyone."
    "Oh, right. What about his wife?"
    "She'll come around eventually, once it's out in the open."
    "Are there any kids?"
    "She never wanted kids."
    "That's a blessing at any rate. Look, babe. I know where you're coming from. I was once involved with a married man myself. At the time they were separated, but they were married all the same. And you know what I learned? You have no idea what goes on between a husband and wife. I don't care how he represents the relationship, you shouldn't tread on sacred turf. It's the same as walking on hot coals. Doesn't matter how much faith you have, your feet are going to
burn."
    "Tough. It's too late. It's like playing craps. Once the dice leave your hand, you can't do anything but watch."
    "At least break it off until he's free," I said.
    "I