Cemetery Silk by E. Joan Sims

Author:E. Joan Sims
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, sleuth, cozy, detective, murder
Publisher: Wildside Press
Published: 2012-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The warm milk relaxed me not at all. That night after learning of Rae Ann’s death, I lay awake in my soft, warm, cozy bed and shed a river of tears for one poor lost little soul lying on a cold hard slab in the morgue. Someone named Betty had borne her but she was really nobody’s daughter. A daughter is someone’s beloved child. She has ribbons in her hair and shiny patent leather shoes on her feet. She is tucked in bed each and every night with her Pooh bear to keep her company. She has braces on her teeth and takes piano lessons. And she stays in touch with home all the rest of her life because she is loved.

Rae Ann had a cheap, black plastic trench coat and dreams fueled by daytime television. She longed for love and romance but was forced to substitute a quick and ugly grope from a stranger for a loving caress. My heart ached for her and what she never knew. I was sorry that I had been repulsed by her behavior. As long as there are children alone and lost in the world, we are all responsible for them.

Most of all, I was ashamed that I felt such an overwhelming sense of relief that she had not used my fifty dollars to buy the liquor that killed her.

I got up around three AM to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water. I started crying all over again when I used my Wonder Woman glass. I wondered foolishly if Rae Ann had ever had one. Did she have Bugs Bunny bedroom slippers or a Mickey Mouse hat? I blew my nose hard and forced myself to quit being maudlin.

I turned off the bathroom light and looked out the window at the autumn night. I stood there shivering for a moment. A thought was skirting the edges of my mind trying to get noticed.

Last night at the motel I had known something was wrong, but I had been thinking egocentrically. I had thought that someone would harm us by damaging Watson, when all the time it was Deep who was in harm’s way. I tried to shrug the feeling off. It was too close to Halloween to play witch. Cassie would go off the deep end if I told her. She was way too interested in all that New Age, crystal gazing, Tarot reading, Wicca stuff in the first place. I certainly didn’t want to encourage her by admitting to any precognitive knowledge of Rae Ann’s death. It was not that anyway. It was just a feeling. What I was feeling now was frozen. I ran and jumped into bed like I was ten years old. Some time later, I fell asleep and mercifully, did not dream.

The next morning I woke up at ten o’clock, rested and raring to go. I grabbed an apple and some grapes from the bowl on the kitchen counter and a Coke from the fridge and headed to the library.

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