Epilogue

Thought it was over?

Didn’t ya?

Fess up.

I know I did.

But!

As his years went by and jurisdiction switched from state to state, the warden of his present domicile received, anonymously, and yearly, a ‘comfort’ donation to be distributed ... if he was good ... as needed. Cigarettes, a can of soda, or a new pillow ... what ever. Even a subscription to Penthouse was allowed by the terms. Violet Podstuka only did it once.

The rest of the donations were from the girl in each state whose honor and trust he had violated.

“He might be a bad man ... but he’s my bad man.”

Now it’s over. He lived to be 89. Died in prison in Hawai’i ... where he started.