Evelyn Miller Only Novels & Stories

"We can spend the whole day listening to these conversations, this recorder still won't come to a stop. But I'm sure that you've gotten your answers from the ones you've listened to." "This is outrageous of you, Mira!" Mr. Alan exploded. "Please call me, Evelyn." Eve gave him a sweet smile. "It is Evelyn Anderson." "You..." "Mrs. Anderson, don't think that only by recording those conversations, you have come clean and can be labeled innocent." Jessie scowled with a bitter expression. "You might have done that to escape punishment in case your secret is revealed someday."

“We’ll stop by on the way down with these and rescue him.” ** With the last of her remaining belongings loaded into Andrew’s car, under the watchful eye of her husband and Will, Evelyn checked her mailbox. Finding it empty, she removed the slip of paper with her name on it and locked the box again. Then she walked to Mickey Smith’s apartment and knocked on the door. It opened almost immediately. “Miss Evelyn—oh. I—Mrs.—.” Struggling with the proper address, quickly Mickey abandoned the issue and simply smiled. “Is there something else you need? I can get my shoes—.”