Chapter 4
They got back to the apartment, alright, except a little bit more dirty. Velma came in the door, was going to brag about someone recognizing her on the street. "Hey Roxy! Roxy!" She looked around the rooms, rushed around really. As Billy slowly came in and locked the door behind him, and set their son on the couch. "They must have gone out" Velma shrugged her shoulders. When she stopped and frowned looking passed Billy. Billy frowned and turned around, he saw an envelope taped to the back of the door. Billy sighed as Velma went over to it, pretty quickly. "I don't remember this being here. What is it?" she took it down asking Billy. "Come over here" He patted on the couch, Velma and Billy sat on each side of their son. She opened it slowly, suspecting something bad. She read the letter aloud;
Dear Velma,
I hate to leave you like this, but me and Buddy both feel its best this way. We are making a home out in California, and we hope to get our feet back on the ground. I have a baby coming, I think I might name her Velma? I will try to keep in contact with you, but we are going across country, so don't bother to write back. Well, not until I tell you I am finally home that is. I looked up to you when I was Roxy, I looked up to you when I was "Roxy a merry murderer" and I looked up to you as a Roxy Hart. I still look up to you, now that you're a mother, and I will be soon. I wish you and Billy the best of luck. I think everyone can use a little luck now days. And you know we were right, it was going to change, I guess fifty years was a lot more then we thought. Good luck with your boy, and I miss you already.
Love,
Roxy Brown 1929
"Billy?" Velma looked up at him with a blank face. Billy wasn't sure what to tell her or do. "Billy?" she called his name again. As she started to look pale. "Are you alright Vel?" he asked placing his hand oh her knee. She turned away from him, then proceeded into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. "Hunny, I know it's hard, but think of how great you were, and are to Roxy. Think of us some day living in better times again. Don't worry hunny, everything will turn out as it should." He only hoped that how things turned out, would be for the better. Velma deserved a little hope in her life, a little break. "Do you want me to come in?" he asked softly. "No. Please don't" he could tell by the way she was speaking in short breaths, that she was trying to hold her tears back. "Its ok hunny, cry. It will help" He said as he walked back to the couch and sat there, watching his son play on the ground. He knew as the years went on, more tears would defiantly shed. And then he began to softly sob to himself.