The letter killeth, but the spirit
—2 Corinthians 3: 6
Two chariots flying faster than the wind collide and overturn.
Two disheveled occupants are scraped and shocked. The two others die and
great sorrow for two friends lost, but given new life.
In-the dark of night—strife hit the earthly women—their
marriages turned to widowhood with the death of Job and Hilly out drinking
and carousing never at home... Their car hit another head-on. Their faces
were marred, and it took time to identify them.
…The next day—early in the morning, they were informed by the
cops what occurred. The kids had left for school. Both women were stunned
(to say the least) when they accidentally heard the report on the radio.
Flo heard it first and shocked walked over to Marcy’s. How could she feel
sad, the criminal-like matter, he pulled, collecting the kids into
“We must search the yellow pages for a funeral home, like they told
us.” Marcy was sitting at the table her eyes red, her hankie active.
…“If—anyone comes to give sympathy, who could say a good word, the
way they acted at home.” Marcy asked the wall? She poured two coffees and
pushed the cream near. They pored over the phone book deciding a funeral
“We’ve time to compose ourselves before the teens come home, said
Flo. Most likely they won’t hear a thing in school.”
“This whole-matter ‘is stunning’—not that they loved us more than
“I’ll call the funeral home for both the men, are you agreed, Flo
asked. I hate to call that one brother, Farth, so close; you can’t trust
him at all. I abhor seeing his family, unless we have showers for the
girls or such an event. Do you still feel our house locks are shoddy and
need replaced? We’ll pray later in the day.”
“After we finish this coffee, said Marcy, let’s ‘select coffins’ at
Blake-Lamb Funeral Parlor. We might as well get it over. Their funeral
insurance should come through, and that’s another matter, we have to take
“How about we hire locksmiths, who knows what we could meet
Solemnly they arrived at the funeral parlor and were taken down
stairs. They listened to the rattling auctioneer-type undertaker list his
finest coffins. They made a choice and hurried out of there….
The-locksmiths were ready to work on the first floor by then.
They had offered the guys extra, if today they completed both houses? They
felt like flying to Florida instead of lining up a wake and a funeral Mass
for the two.
“Should we see our lawyers since they died?” Flo dialed their
lawyers on her cell phone. Marcy eyed her smiling, as they spoke.
... “I called Beth last night and said, of course, not what
She was right about the boys, and today they will be home. The goofs
of mine missed one day of school, they have to make up?”
…In an hour, the obvious-locks on the windows and doors facing the
street view were altered? A varied crew worked over at Marcy’s and Flo’s. They
had to confide their sorrow to their teens noticing the new locks with
death.” Kieran stunned, he lost his old man—entered his room… surprised he
was alone, and his younger brother arrested. It changed his revenge-plans
to settle a score? Heck now they had to stand around at a wake the
next day, and the preceding funeral Mass…
The-women (in their grief) imagined the two trying to take
them back when they couldn’t get in the house. Emmy-was literally floored
hearing the news—her dangerous captor and his neighbor-cohort died in a
car wreck the prior night. She slowly sat down on the bed, feeling weak,
but no sorrow for the young girl tortured by him, dropped here during the
night years ago. She recalled his twin brother, Farth so much like him in
looks and temper. They’d all see the crew and their wives at the
double-wake planned. She had to forgive sometime when she could. How
did the Lord forgive so many tricking or torturing him?
“I-feel you should attend school today, the Wake isn’t until
tomorrow afternoon. Flo instructed the shocked crew in the morning while
The-Chief hearing the death news called Emmy that morning. Emmy took
the phone chewing on bacon. “Th-thank you, said Emmy, for thinking
of me Chief Mitchell. He’s disgust on earth, but I must forgive him… like
“You hang in there? I’ll see you soon.” He’d started out fresh
trying to find the last-lead. He questioned the motel workers…They so irate that
blubbering detective or the cops ignored—questioning the people and the staff
back then. He even checked into the lax cops, and one or more could
be involved? He’d yet question them, and scan what information, the
detective had in his file? He liked Emmy only going on eleven. He-was
twenty-three, Emmy and he could get in trouble.
Flo listened to Emmy on the phone with half an ear. She was aware
Mitchell took Emmy on the case, or he filled her in. He must think
special of her. She was elated they went to the police station that
day. She also knew her husband’s twin Farth would now take-over
instructing the older girls heeling to his command about men that
use you. What choice did she have, Job was gone, and somehow his brother
knew, she needed aid. He called as she prepared for bed last evening. She
swore; he never heard the tragic-accident at the time….
“Flo-is Job around? How have you been?”
“—ah…it’s hectic around here. He is not here like always.”
“Hey…? Say you need any aid with the teens—give me a call.
Job and I always worked well together, so have a good night.”
Now after the teens left for school, she reflected about his
call, and the embarrassment of the way Job lived. He must know the
works of his relative. She never heard from his family…The call seemed
strange with the accident that ominously transpired…. Marcy crossed the
street ready for their prayers and sympathy conversation.
Emmy felt terrible for Beth. She most likely hears about the
double accident. Beth made life bearable (at first) when she realized,
she was living with her Aunt Flo. Beth never had a sister. She played with
her at the pond or tree house looking over the world below the
neighborhood? They were younger then—surely enjoying life. Now she
lived-away. She’d have a hard-time finding her at Aunt Gens? John must
have moved on to other classmates. Beth always liked her… she was a caring
person (given a trial) by Flo’s husband, Kieran, and girls, but not Joyce.
Now they grew older, but what kind of people were they?
Emmy matured-quickly, she seemed fourteen or sixteen and
she’s just eleven. That estimation had to be wrong, she was older.
Beth’s misguided brothers were now home. They “hindered the
investigation” and had to stay a night in jail.
“Is the coffee hot, asked Marcy (her red eye lids-swollen) our life
is sure different in the next three days. I had to make mine attend school
too. Nobody seems too sad. Yours will have to put up with brother, Farth,
not much kinder, in the long run.
“I’m going to need his aid this weekend after the funeral.”
“Call him now, he must be busy the way they are.”
Flo found Farth at work. She had trouble defining his sorrow on
the phone after giving her felicitations. “Janice and Grace are going to
be left here this weekend. Kieran and I don’t want them—getting caught
pregnant too young?”
“Okay. Maybe I’ll take them to a movie. We need it and Kieran can go
along? Pint-size is hunting for her parents?” She ignored him; his brother
never cared a-fig for her. His brother gained kids, and then
changed—living a life with hussies.
Marcy sipped hot coffee. “I must inform Aunt Gen of the
tragedy.” The two parted for the time. Flo folded her hands, holding her
Marcy dialed her aunt. “Marcy? This is a pleasant surprise. What’s
“Brace yourself? Two of our husbands are dead in an accident… last
evening. We are still shocked… and the wake is tomorrow.”
“I’m stunned! How are you and Flo? I take it; she lost her wandering
husband the same time as you. We will see you early tomorrow or yet
Marcy hung up, idling if Flo had a wish to go anywhere… A day ago,
her boys arrived home from jail, and returned to school? They complained
being treated like a criminal by the kids. “What kind of kids are they,
asked Marcy? Do we have to move you to a different school?” She glanced at
Thomas; he was the sensible one.
Thomas considered… “I-think it will wear off in a day or two.
They’ll have other things to amuse them? We-better gets to our homework?”
Today-they heard the tragedy and stunned for a few minutes, they
still went to school. She thought how grand to be a resilient kid.
Marcy strolled across the road, to see Flo with millions on her
“Flo are you still alive!” She yelled in the screen door. Flo
motioned her in
with a coffee. My kids went to school ‘forgetting
pretty-fast’ “That” died. Their bad treatment in school should pass.”
“I’d say with ‘two deaths’ now, the teens would have a heart.”
“Are we prepared for relatives tonight? Food was donated to the two
houses from ‘well-meaning people’.”
—Relatives stopped that evening at both houses except Job’s
family seemed to ignore the house except for Farth and wife, Sue. The two
communicated with most of her brothers. Mitchell junior sat with Emmy most
of the night, the elders too far out for him to converse.
Marcy-found her aunt and Beth arriving that evening with family and
his making a rare-appearance. Food appeared like the loaves and the
fishes. Beth helped her mother out. In minutes, she walked over to see Emmy….
Emmy welcomed her at the kitchen table anxious for their weekend out
after the few mourning days were over. ..They planned this outing
prior to the fatal-accident. The-following morning the houses let the
kids attend school a half-day.
… “What and why are the ‘sorry-faces’ kids?”
“He’s our dad even if he was a rat,” Grace muttered…
“Who would ever miss him,” Joyce said. Emmy held-so much anger in
for years…. She found a way to see Eugene through Mitchell, her two
…The hesitating—skeptical families (especially the teens)
approached the door to the funeral home. Marcy and Flo led the pack
inside—standing in the back of the rooms. Slowly she moves forward to the
open coffins. It seemed Job’s face was unmarred. Tears came to her eyes,
thinking of the younger years, even if she never knew the-monster inside
his handsomeness. He had it on Hilly with his looks.
Marcy barely budged—seemed the same. Hilly seemed so angelic, and
instead he always followed Job’s lead to go out partying. First the
relatives came and other neighbors arrived to give their condolences. At
the beginning of the wake the women viewed the other expired man. Neither
woman could leave to the other man’s layout— when the mourners arrived.
—Farth stood near his dead brother’s coffin all the
afternoon, dribbling to a close. They returned to their respective homes
to nibble on delivered food.
Flo numb—sat around talking to her brother Jack like an
ordinary day. He could tell she wasn’t affected by the accident, not caring if she
saw Job. It seemed the other brother of Job would help out, he lived nearer than him.
Flo and Marcy suffered—when the clergy prayed for their souls. They
were informed to return: early that morning, prior to shutting the caskets
to transform them to the church. The procession lined up to follow, each
an hour after the other Job’s service at 9 o’clock.
They’re informed: “You-go to school for an hour, and attend your
dad’s funeral at nine. Then you return to school for the rest of the day.
No need for you teens to attend the other funeral. It looks like Marcy’s
will stay in school an extra hour.”
Marcy came over to visit (clad for the funeral) after the kids left.
“One more step with this farce, and start a new life. This time ‘we look’
before we leap.”
“Amen. I pray if we ever indulge in marriage—the men truly love us.”
They joined hands and bowed their heads.
The priest-blessed the body inside the coffin, and the undertaker
closed it. Outdoors the group of cars followed in procession. In minutes,
they arrived at the church. The families of the deceased conversed with
the wives offering their kin be buried in a family plot; the grandparents
bought. This excused the women pushed to buy a cemetery plot, as if the
men loved them.
The-hour church service seemed a-day with the trauma of the event.
It still seemed the men were alive, somehow. They stood in a line shaking
hands until the last person dribbled out. No parties they opted after the
service—the women went home to rest and the teens returned to school. They
still had dinner food.
Two days passed the women’s mind needing an outing that evening.
“What-are you wearing tonight?” Emmy asked, following her aunt to
Marcy’s house. “What is it Emmy?”
“Could-I goes to the dance to be with Beth, still home after the
funeral?” She intended asking Mitchell out; he rarely had time to indulge
in any entertainment. He might turn her down, around-constantly the last
“W—what…distracted by what she heard. I don’t mind. Mitchell called,
and you are sixteen not eleven why didn’t you enter school? I can’t
imagine my brother, keeping you out? Something does not sound right about
that either, he was in the Korean War.”
“I-had tutoring at times? I better go get clad. You are dressing
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