Taking out my compact, I powder my nose. With a click it is closed and I toss it back in my purse. I hear metal on metal. Panicking, I remember the safety is engaged.
It's time to leave. The blood stains in my cuticles don't bother me. It is the bloody tear in my heart that hurts.
I told him if he ever cheated on me he would be sorry. When he laughed at me I should have known he didn't believe my threat. Not his fault. I did say it with a smile on my face.
If anyone asks tonight I'll tell them it's red paint. No one will, though. An artist's life is dirty and they wouldn't want to offend "Mimi, The Magnificent".
The vultures circling above are impatiently waiting for me to leave. Looking at his dead body I feel no regrets, only an overwhelming aching slightly appeased. I hope his dangling hands fluttering with the current attract hungry gators. Extra treat tonight, my friends! Enjoy.
She walked away. The thud-thud rhythm of her boots on the dock disappearing with her.
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Sunday, May 9, 2010
Still That Morning...and more - Part 2 May 8, 2010
I'm not sure what time Jamie and I woke up that morning but I do know that at 9 am a detective came knocking on our door. Jamie answered. Had anyone in the house seen or heard anything in regard to what had happened in the middle of the night? Again, Jamie poked his head in the house to get me. Since I had just gotten out of the shower, they had to wait for me to put some clothes on before I could step outside on our front porch. (Do you see a pattern here?)
The detective asked if I knew anything about the murder that took place. Well, now I knew someone had died except it wasn't the woman. Apparently there was a third person I hadn't seen or heard and he was the dead one. I started telling him my story. It didn't take long for him to stop me so that he could call across the street to, I was guessing, his partner to come right over. When the other detective was in earshot in the driveway detective 1 said to detective 2 that he would find what I was saying very interesting. I started from the beginning and retold my story. They peppered me with questions in a very non-threatening way. What exactly did the woman say? Do you know what kind of car you saw? What time was this? How do I know the exact time? Was I sure I only clearly saw one person? Was I sure of his build? Did I definitely not see anyone else?
They asked me if I would be willing to go downtown to make a statement. I said sure. No hesitation there. This was my civic duty. I felt the only right thing to do was to help get the bad guy.
I can't remember how long it was...maybe within a week or two...detective 2 called me. He left a message on our answering machine that he would like to set up a time for me to come in and give my statement. I called him back. He would pick me up after work, take me down to police HQ, I would give my statement, and then he would take me home. Again, no problem. This was turning into an exciting adventure anyway. I would see what it was like inside where the detectives work. Hey, I watched "The Wire". So cool.
I didn't know which detective I would see since I didn't know their names. I waited by the living room window for his car to pull up. The dogs make a racket with strangers and I didn't want to hear it. I see a crummy grey piece of crap car pull up and there is detective 2 in the driver seat. Can't the city afford nicer vehicles? It's kind of embarrassing. I get in the car, we reintroduce ourselves to each other and we're off.
The detective asked if I knew anything about the murder that took place. Well, now I knew someone had died except it wasn't the woman. Apparently there was a third person I hadn't seen or heard and he was the dead one. I started telling him my story. It didn't take long for him to stop me so that he could call across the street to, I was guessing, his partner to come right over. When the other detective was in earshot in the driveway detective 1 said to detective 2 that he would find what I was saying very interesting. I started from the beginning and retold my story. They peppered me with questions in a very non-threatening way. What exactly did the woman say? Do you know what kind of car you saw? What time was this? How do I know the exact time? Was I sure I only clearly saw one person? Was I sure of his build? Did I definitely not see anyone else?
They asked me if I would be willing to go downtown to make a statement. I said sure. No hesitation there. This was my civic duty. I felt the only right thing to do was to help get the bad guy.
I can't remember how long it was...maybe within a week or two...detective 2 called me. He left a message on our answering machine that he would like to set up a time for me to come in and give my statement. I called him back. He would pick me up after work, take me down to police HQ, I would give my statement, and then he would take me home. Again, no problem. This was turning into an exciting adventure anyway. I would see what it was like inside where the detectives work. Hey, I watched "The Wire". So cool.
I didn't know which detective I would see since I didn't know their names. I waited by the living room window for his car to pull up. The dogs make a racket with strangers and I didn't want to hear it. I see a crummy grey piece of crap car pull up and there is detective 2 in the driver seat. Can't the city afford nicer vehicles? It's kind of embarrassing. I get in the car, we reintroduce ourselves to each other and we're off.
That Morning - Part 1 Wednesday, May 5, 2010
At 1:51 am on November 8, 2008, my eyes flew open to the sound of a woman screaming. I had woken up about an hour earlier from a hot flash so I wasn't in a deep sleep when I heard her horrifying words, "Oh my God! Oh my God! You have to go! You've got to leave!" Think of the worst horror movie you ever watched where someone sounds scared and then double the emotional impact.
I got out of bed, moved the shade, and looked out the bedroom window to scan the street. Even though it was foggy out, there is a street lamp in front of my neighbor's house to the left of our house and the front porch light was on at the house to the left of the one directly across the street. I saw a man's outline standing on the top of the steps connecting to the porch. He was not tall but was bulky. He had mass. He was thick. I couldn't see the woman, but he was talking to someone on the porch and I assumed it was her. I couldn't make out what he was saying. Only that he was talking. You know how the fog can sometimes amplify noise instead of muffle it? That is what happened that early morning. There was a car parked on the other side of the streeet partially blocking the house's driveway and it had its parking lights on. I could tell it was a 4-door sedan. I realized I really had to pee so I walked to the back of the house, went to the bathroom, and came back. I didn't hear anymore talking but as I looked out the window again the car squeeled its tires as it left. I didn't see anyone on the porch. I figured that she told him to leave and that is what he did. End of story.
I laid back down in bed and not two minutes later I heard all kinds of sirens. What the hell?? This time I put the shade up and there was an ambulance and fire trucks and police cars. I raced down the hall and screamed to Jamie that something bad was going on across the street. Poor guy! Here he went to the back bedroom because the dog and/or I was snoring and then gets woken up with me screaming something bad is happening. We both ran downstairs and looked out our front window. Someone was getting CPR and the street was inundated with uniforms and strobe lights in primary colors. I told Jamie what I had seen and heard.
Now the neighborhood awoke and people made their way to the scene. I didn't move from the living rooom. Occasionally Jamie hung out on our front porch and reported back in. The sound the woman made when she screamed those words kept replaying in my head. I thought the guy had surely killed her and then tore out of there.
Someone was loaded in the ambulance while CPR continued and after the ambulance left we could clearly see the blood on the steps and the front porch. There was a lot of blood on the steps. I became nauseous thinking that I may have heard her last words.
We saw plain clothes detectives with flashlights searching the front yard, street, and sidewalk. Those little markers were being set down. The crazy lady that lives directly across the street came out of her house in her bathrobe holding her flashlight and added her detective prowess to the professional's. She was walking straight into the murder scene! I could not believe what I was seeing! In her stupidity she was going to contaminate the scene. What was going on in her mind?? That she was helping?? Did she even know what she was helping to look for? Every law enforcement person must have seen her at the same time because anyone that was official started yelling at her to stop. She said something about she thought they were looking for one of her cats. Don't even try to figure it out.
The techs pulled up and did their job. Family members drove up.
A uniformed cop came to our house and asked Jamie if anyone had seen or heard anything. Jamie opened the storm door and poked his head inside to tell me what the cop wanted. I told him I didn't have clothes on. He would have to tell the cop I had to get dressed and would be right out. I was shaking trying to get on a pair of pants and a T-shirt. I couldn't bother with a bra. At that point it was a way too complicated task.
I briefly told the cop the basics. He interrupted to ask a few questions, jotted down some notes, and then left to continue his house-to-house canvasing.
Eventually the street cleared. The excitement petered out and the neighbors all went back to their houses and back to bed. As Jamie and I were getting ready to do the same, a fire truck pulled up to the house. What was going on now? The firemen unloaded a hose from the truck and meticulously sprayed the blood off the stairs and the porch. I had no idea they did that. I thought it was one of the nicest things I had ever seen anyone do.
We finally went back to bed, too.
I got out of bed, moved the shade, and looked out the bedroom window to scan the street. Even though it was foggy out, there is a street lamp in front of my neighbor's house to the left of our house and the front porch light was on at the house to the left of the one directly across the street. I saw a man's outline standing on the top of the steps connecting to the porch. He was not tall but was bulky. He had mass. He was thick. I couldn't see the woman, but he was talking to someone on the porch and I assumed it was her. I couldn't make out what he was saying. Only that he was talking. You know how the fog can sometimes amplify noise instead of muffle it? That is what happened that early morning. There was a car parked on the other side of the streeet partially blocking the house's driveway and it had its parking lights on. I could tell it was a 4-door sedan. I realized I really had to pee so I walked to the back of the house, went to the bathroom, and came back. I didn't hear anymore talking but as I looked out the window again the car squeeled its tires as it left. I didn't see anyone on the porch. I figured that she told him to leave and that is what he did. End of story.
I laid back down in bed and not two minutes later I heard all kinds of sirens. What the hell?? This time I put the shade up and there was an ambulance and fire trucks and police cars. I raced down the hall and screamed to Jamie that something bad was going on across the street. Poor guy! Here he went to the back bedroom because the dog and/or I was snoring and then gets woken up with me screaming something bad is happening. We both ran downstairs and looked out our front window. Someone was getting CPR and the street was inundated with uniforms and strobe lights in primary colors. I told Jamie what I had seen and heard.
Now the neighborhood awoke and people made their way to the scene. I didn't move from the living rooom. Occasionally Jamie hung out on our front porch and reported back in. The sound the woman made when she screamed those words kept replaying in my head. I thought the guy had surely killed her and then tore out of there.
Someone was loaded in the ambulance while CPR continued and after the ambulance left we could clearly see the blood on the steps and the front porch. There was a lot of blood on the steps. I became nauseous thinking that I may have heard her last words.
We saw plain clothes detectives with flashlights searching the front yard, street, and sidewalk. Those little markers were being set down. The crazy lady that lives directly across the street came out of her house in her bathrobe holding her flashlight and added her detective prowess to the professional's. She was walking straight into the murder scene! I could not believe what I was seeing! In her stupidity she was going to contaminate the scene. What was going on in her mind?? That she was helping?? Did she even know what she was helping to look for? Every law enforcement person must have seen her at the same time because anyone that was official started yelling at her to stop. She said something about she thought they were looking for one of her cats. Don't even try to figure it out.
The techs pulled up and did their job. Family members drove up.
A uniformed cop came to our house and asked Jamie if anyone had seen or heard anything. Jamie opened the storm door and poked his head inside to tell me what the cop wanted. I told him I didn't have clothes on. He would have to tell the cop I had to get dressed and would be right out. I was shaking trying to get on a pair of pants and a T-shirt. I couldn't bother with a bra. At that point it was a way too complicated task.
I briefly told the cop the basics. He interrupted to ask a few questions, jotted down some notes, and then left to continue his house-to-house canvasing.
Eventually the street cleared. The excitement petered out and the neighbors all went back to their houses and back to bed. As Jamie and I were getting ready to do the same, a fire truck pulled up to the house. What was going on now? The firemen unloaded a hose from the truck and meticulously sprayed the blood off the stairs and the porch. I had no idea they did that. I thought it was one of the nicest things I had ever seen anyone do.
We finally went back to bed, too.
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