The
first chapter of the novel I am working on now, could also stand on
its own—as a short story. Its meaning and theme here, are somewhat
more general than what will develop in the novel. Here it's more like
a song. I am sure you will enjoy it.
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He
always
kept his desk drawer locked.
It's
not a crime. Many people do. Some have no reason at all. Look in, and
all you will find are staples and rubber bands. Others have a vague
one. They keep their cheque book and the odd paper that must be
hidden. But a desk drawer is not the place a man should normally keep
his valuables or important secrets. It is in plain view and usually
easy to break open. The very first place a burglar would visit. No.
Important documents, valuables, even petty cash are best kept out of
sight—in a hidden safe, or better still, a safety deposit box in a
bank vault.
Dad
had both. He kept his cheque book, petty cash and his daily valuables
in a small safe, somewhere in his bedroom closet. His deeds, stocks
and real valuables were in his safety deposit box. I knew exactly
what was in each of these two places because I had access to them.
It
was the inside of his desk drawer I had never seen.


















