“My father was Jewish.”

He rambled on, seeming less upset, but finally he said, “All religion is bullshit.”

Donna kept silent. Religion had definitely not been the right topic of conversation.

“You know,” he said softly, “I really like you, Donna. Its too bad we had to meet under these circumstances.”

Donna decided that he was not going to kill her, and she began to think about helping the police catch him. *

“It would be wonderful,” she said, “if we could meet again. Phone me … write me a letter … send me a postcard. If you don’t want to sign your own name, you could sign it G for ‘Guerrilla. ’ ”

“What about your husband?”

She had him, she thought. She had manipulated him and now she had him hooked. “Don’t worry about my husband,” she said. “I’ll take care of him. Write me. Phone me. I’d love to hear from you again.”

He pointed out that she was almost out of gas and suggested they pull into a station to fill up.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll have enough.” She was hoping she would run out of gas so that he would have to leave the car. “How close are we to where I picked you up this morning?” “Not far.”

“Why don’t you take me back there?”

She nodded, thinking how appropriate it was to be going back to where it had started. When they were near the College of Dentistry, he told her to pull over. He insisted on leaving her five dollars for gas. She didn’t touch it, so he slipped it under the visor. Then he looked at her tenderly. “I’m sorry we had to meet under these circumstances,” he whispered again. “I really love you.”

He hugged her tightly and ran out of the car.

It was one o’clock Saturday afternoon when Ragen got back to Channingway Apartments, once again remembering nothing of the robbery. He put the money beneath his pillow and the gun on the table beside him. “This money stays vit me,” he said, and went to sleep.

Allen woke later that evening, found two hundred dollars under his pillow and wondered where in the world it had come from. When he saw Ragen’s gun, he figured it out.

“Well,” he said, “might as well go have a good time.”

He showered, shaved his three-day growth of beard, dressed and went out for dinner.

(3)

Ragen woke Tuesday evening thinking he had slept for just a few hours. He quickly put his hand under the pillow, only to find the money gone again. Gone. And he still hadn’t paid the bills or bought anything for himself. Once again he asked questions inside, and this time he reached Allen and Tommy.

“Yeah,” Allen said. “I saw some money laying there. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to spend it.”

“I bought some art supplies,” Tommy said. “We needed stuff.”

“Fools!” Ragen shouted. “I stole it only to pay bills. To buy food. For car payment.”