I should get the insurance money in a week or so, the insurance man said. I'll be happy. Then Randal and I can go away, like we planned a long time ago. South America, I think, although we haven't made the final decision. With ten million dollars we can go just about anyplace we chose.
They said I could go ahead and clean the room now. Or have it cleaned, which I am going to do. I'll have the whole house cleaned, then we'll lock it up till we get back from our trip. The only thing I want is the cup. To carry with me. The poison Randal found was a really good one. We put a few drops around the rim of the cup before I carried it up to Tom that morning. After a few minutes, it evaporated and was undetectable. Undetectable in his system, too.
Yes, I'm going to take this cup with me wherever I go. For sentimental reasons.