AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT

AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT

 

The fickle finger of fate has raised its hand and as the story opens we find the alleged robber and his alleged accuser together in an elevator in the Trump Tower in New York.

There are others in the gilt-gold cage, so at first, they don’t see each other. When everyone else departs on to their respective floors, the couple is left alone.

“Fancy meeting you here, after all these years”, says the alleged thief.”  She replies, “I don’t think there is anything fancy about this at all. In fact, if we were not in this gold monstrosity, I’d run away from you as fast as I could!” She adds, “You tried to frame me, you cad!

“Au contraire”, states the smartly-dressed dude. “Look how I’ve changed! I have an excellent job, a wife with two beautiful kids and money to burn!”

“How did you get the money – from the gold and the locket you stole?”

“I just put it in your pocket for safe-keeping.”

“Then, why did I go to jail, after the police searched me?”

“I don’t know. Search me.”

“Yes, you do!  A nice suit and some lies about your new life do not come close to explaining your villainous past.”

“But lady, I assure you I’ve changed. I am no longer the man I used to be!”

“Well, I’m the woman I used to be, albeit holding a ten-year grudge.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With that, the aggrieved woman removes a small pistol from her purse and shoots the man dead!

The elevator stops on the 37^th floor and the woman calmly exits.

The elevator continues to the Trump residence in the penthouse.

The moral of this story: Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned!