when you get back from your run.' It's creepy, it really is. Have no idea who this Trent guy is.
"Well, sir I may be calling you for further questioning. We have found Miss Withermore dead in her apartment and we are trying to get our hands on any information that we can. Imay be in touch. Good evening." Officer Stipe hung up the phone and turned to the neighbors. The woman was cry-
ing. "Who is Trent?" Asked officer Stipe. The woman began to wail. "oh geeze.........he's her fiance,I mean, he was her fiance. He died about five months ago in a car wreck. Charity was in the car, they released her from the hospital with minor injuries. Honestly, we really didn't know her well at all. We tried to be nice to her,
but she was always peculiar. We just assumed she was having trouble with his death. We had no idea it was this bad. Oh geeze...1 feel so responsible. If only I had know...." She began to wail again.
"Look folks, why don't you go on home. We'll handle it from here. Go have yourselves a rest." He was speaking directly to the man, the stable of the two.
The couple left immediately. The stench of death and failure was overpowering. Officer Blake, Stipe's co-worker, stepped from the bathroom to call an ambulance. She
would need to be removed immediately. "Damn pills," said officer Stipe to the dead woman. "Why did you take so many of
these damn pills?" He said as he shook the Valium bottle up and down. Then he sat on the edge of the tub and removed his wallet. He took out a picture of his wife and a tear slid from his eye.
"It's a damn shame. Love can be a damn shame." Then he kissed his wife and placed her back into his wallet where she would be safe and dry.
Blue by Megan Hutchison
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