Do not store up riches for
yourselves here on earth, where moths and rust destroy, and robbers break
in and steal.
—Matthew 6: 19
In the time of King Herod—Mothers
cry out in the night losing a
In-the mental ward—Flo
painfully-stared at Joyce—the one,
she felt, she could count-on—out of the pack of wolves—bred
in a cave where they belonged. She had just responded, her
absence of animosity for Thomas today. Flo raged inside—sick of
kids responding irate, they’re all nuts. Marcy looked on such a Fair
Maiden once, now known as a jealous-spiteful sister.
—“Than-what is it? ‘None of you kids’ have given Emmy a fair time
with her loss? I don’t believe you’re interest in him. It was spite and
now it shows?”
“I-need ‘my medication,’ please tells the nurse… I want to see her?”
She turned her head on them. They walked out of her room, Flo still upset.
She had to calm down; Joyce was still lying to herself.
“Flo we might-go nutty… listening to her?” Flo peered at her folded
“Isn’t it amazing, said Flo? Kieran recalled—and said Beth didn’t
—Outside-they peered at the blue sky. “How far the jail is, we need
The Chief, or Second in Command, Flo said. We can’t punish Beth. But I
hate the idea of her around—if we could send her back with Aunt Gen?”
“We-have to tell them to go see him. It sure doesn’t hurt to say it
twice.” They strolled in the police station— staring at the neat-looking
place, compared to prior?
“Could we see the New Chief, or Second in Command?”
“Just-a minute—go sit down?”
They sat five-minutes… before the aide, motioned to them? They
followed him, he opened a door, and they walked in. The recent Chief of
Police with thin curling balding blonde hair—around thirty-year old, and
baby blue eyes, sat behind the desk. “How can… I help you?”
“Are-you aware last-night a certain Beth Nelson was brought in for
supposing to shoot Kieran Steward in the back. My son that was shot wants
to see the police, and tell what he saw.”
“What-is your name madam,” he peered-interested at Flo.
“I’m Flo Steward the mother of the shot victim.”
“I-have the information here. What hospital, floor and room?” She
gave him the data.
“Thank you that will be all then.” They turned with permission to
visit the cell of Beth Nelson. They were led downstairs and to the back
where her cell was. Beth moved to the bars. “MOM, I HATE THIS PLACE! HOW
DID THIS HAPPEN?”
“IT SEEMS —YOU’RE ELDER BROTHER, CARL SET-YOU UP— SHOOTING KIERAN.
HE SAW HIM IN THE MIRROW RIGHT BEFORE HE’S SHOT WITH A SNUFFER. THEY
SHOULD BE ON THEIR WAY TO SEE KIERAN, AND NOT LONG BEFORE CARL IS
Beth hung on to the bars and bawled. “SO, I’LL NOT BE CONVICTED FOR
TRYING TO KILL HIM. I already missed one day of school?” Flo handed her
Kleenex tissues, sorrowfully watching…. She should not be punished for her
“Darling tries to pray and speak to God, pleaded Marcy. He is our
salvation, understands your anguish, and will sooth you?” Beth stared—her
mother said: the words of healing.
“Go-do what you have to? They will be bringing my lunch tray?” She
felt calmer. Matters were better when; she and Aunt Gen were on a
religious track. Flo pulled into her garage. Inside, she checked under
lampshades and everywhere.
“Personally— I-relinquish to think anyone were in here. I
don’t smell that Havana cigar smell like prior. Do you have a room for me
tonight? I will lock it up. I do not like a place when intruders
come-in like they own it?”
In a half hour, they were there to meet Emmy.
Emmy jumped-inside—“There is a spot to park in front of the jewelry
store?” They jumped out, slammed the car doors, and soon were opening the
door to the store. A younger man was working or filling in for lunch
hour? Flo explained the circumstance… “What-type ring would you like from
Thomas?” Mystified the young man looked on… She must want a husband
bad. Jesting silently, he’d offer for her—as they scanned the varied
Emmy-stared at the glass case—encased with variety rings “I like
that one there? Marcy? Are you going to bring him here?” She wished it was
“I-can remembers it. I won’t say anything… You pointed that one
“Okay. I need to get back to study and slave over-courses for
certain grades, from 8:30 in the morning until 8 at night, as if you didn’t know.”
“Fine-let’s roll, Flo!” They dropped her off, and went back home. At
six o’clock, they needed to return and see Chad. Marcy liked the
new-single Chief of Police, minus a wedding ring. How in the world did you
catch a policeman with out a case? She noticed his flaming-eyes, as he
spoke to Flo. Surprise! He winked at her, as she turned to leave—peering
Flo started-dinner—impatient for news, and called the second floor
to see what ensued. Chad answered the phone. “Kieran ‘confided to the
cops’—what really happened and they left. Like a dork, she picked up the
gun; he shoved over? I hear on the radio, ‘they arrested indignant Carl’
at school, acting like he’s guiltless…”
“Who-is sure, they are going to release her, asked Chad; anymore
than Carl. She touched the gun, and left her fingerprints on it? They may-think
the two contrived to harm Kieran?”
“Ahem, Flo cleared her throat… I-just ‘thought of something,’ she
recalled. How did Carl know when he pushed the gun—over, it would mean
“An-unregistered gun was fired. His plans were to frame Beth, said
Chad. She didn’t have to pick up the gun, it was there and fired. Who
would be so stupid to leave the gun there in-on the act, and run to get
“In a couple of hours, I’ll see yah. Say I quit for the
night, and we go out for drinks, we need a gallon?” She laughed—hanging
Marcy reflected about Beth and school, but she’s a suspect trying to
kill Kieran. She went to her son’s room. He just had to know about the
ring, she chose. “Thomas? We looked at rings. Emmy pointed to an
engagement ring, she wanted. The refund for the engagement ring was a
whopping $1,500, like the wedding dress. Thomas was elated about the news,
he’s hearing. Prior to picking her up at eight, he’d pick up the ring
and present it to her.
Everything-moving likes freight train for Thomas, but he did
not care if he was shoved into marrying-young. He had loved her a long
time. He could remember when, she first was brought to her aunt’s house
for the supposed-fatal-week. The next-day he saw her outside. He
stared—she’s a little beauty. It amazed him gaping at a female. She
crosses the street, pestering him to play in the tree house.
Every-year in the summer before that disaster-time, when they
visited, she urged him to sit in that tree house with her. Now, it
reminded him of building a family, and house together even contracting for
work? He never could desert her pregnant with a child. Emmy thought about
going to the store with him. She’s excited (for the time to-come) to gaze
in the ring-case with Thomas? It was their dream and the reality of their
life together. Her mind always darted to Eugene.
At-six, Flo and Marcy pulled in near the hospital, parked in their
usual spot. They rushed into the elevator to the second floor. Chad was
waiting for them and they went into see Kieran. “How are you tonight,
Mom?” Kieran stared at her; she looked worn out. She had quite a trial
like Marcy’s kids turned into crooks. Twice two pulled some thing
on him by vengeance. Carl was jealous of his popularity with the females.
The woman stood around looking anxious and questioning.
“Sit down and relax, Mom, you’re starting to remind me of ‘a Jack in
the Box’?” Flo, Chad, and Marcy curiously eyed him…
—“I supposed my-report, ‘what I saw,’ did not get Beth released?
Carl was arrested, so something was accomplished. No killer would escape…
leave the gun in plain sight. Why are they keeping her, because of her
fingerprints or picking up the gun?”
“I-feel, she must have been in shock… Then she realized it and
dropped it like
‘A Hot Potato,’ said Marcy.” “Are you two going out, she peered at
Chad and Flo?
Well, Flo can I take your car and park it? She hesitated… You can
use this key to get in, if I am asleep?” Marcy looked rather cagey
what’s up her sleeve.
Marcy pulled in on the side of the police building. She
walked around the corner to the back door? She tapped on the window. The
chief peered out, it being dusk. He viewed the other woman here earlier,
and let her in. She rounded the desk, and sat down. Her perfume wafted in
the air, she folded one leg over the other.
“I’m wondering why you’re keeping my daughter locked up. A real
killer would not leave a gun lying on the floor, and go for help?”
“That’s true. We are keeping her due to handling the gun. Her
fingerprints were on-it (looking like) she’s in on the plot instead of
plotted against by this heartless brother. He has
communistic-attitudes; did you know this?”
Ugh, Marcy gaped, feeling dazed—where he’d get godless-ideas.
“I just hope she can hold up to all this tough-business. Lately …
she’s rebel-acting—so I guess, she’ll survive.”
“Would-you have a drink with me?” He said kindly….
“First: you-should see—Flo’s cellar window.” They went to Flo’s car.
“By-the-way, my name is Percy Head. I have my car here to follow
Shortly, she pulled Flo’s car in the garage. Percy met her, as she
fit her key in the door, and pushed it open. They descended the steps to
“It is that shut window there,” he moved toward it. Moreover,
upstairs I-can show you the phone; the bug was in? You see Emmy that lives
here, was engaged to the last chief that recently lost his life!”
They peered at the other; curious what was going-on…?
“You don’t have any evidence it has to do with their disappearance?
I must check if there is a level-cop there about the investigation into the
chief’s death? It sounds fishy… They did not investigate her
parents’ case like they should?”
“Her-parents have been missing ‘for near six years.’ Emmy lives in
this house and she dated the dead chief, checking on the case, and then he
just stopped, and by that time, they were engaged. In the next week ‘he’s
dead killed or murdered’ in a car crash. We still don’t know what
happened.” They climbed the steps.
“If-you don’t ‘stick us in jail’ we possess the-file on her
vanishing parents…. In the early morning after his death, Emmy cleaned out
his desk, and the file on her parents. We still possess it. We’ve been
followed, when we went to see his dad and mother. I-think, Flo
thought when he died; the other cops would destroy the file and any
information in his desk pertaining to the case of her parents?”
Percy-wondered as they climbed the steps? What was going on here?
“I-can’t fault them with ‘uncivil law officers,’ so you should
return it any day. I’ll put the case back in the file, and his notes? “Let
us go out? Oh, first show me the phone where the bug was?”
“Flo-said the man ‘smoked Havana Cigars?’
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