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Unable to sleep, Marlene tossed and turned until she decided to get some warm milk. Still not sleepy, Marlene returned to the bedroom, picking up her purse, she whispered, “I’m going to get some fresh air.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” Jerry asked,
“Thanks, but I’ll be okay,” she said, going down the stairway and out the front door, sitting on the steps she wept. After a few minutes, she went into the house, …show more content…
Driving by the park, she noticed the swings where her mother took her when she was a little girl. “Who murdered her?” She questioned stopping at the curb, in the moon light, she watched the wind moving the swings. Wiping her tears, she drove down the street, before she realized she drove down her mother’s street.
Parking in the driveway, numb with grief as tears poured down her cheeks, she hesitated to get out of the car. While listening to the radio, Marlene wept as the announcer talked about the murder of Katherine Lincoln, which dominated the news. Turning turned off the radio, got out of the car and went up the steps as she had done many times before. However, today was different her broken heart sought solace in her mother’s surroundings. She longed to touch anything belonging to her mother.
Entering the house where she was born and lived until she married Jerry. Leaning against the door, she wept as she surveyed the shambles in the otherwise neatly kept living room. Noticing blood splattered around Marlene whispered, “Mom sure put up a fight.”Looking around all she could see was torn paintings and broken glass lay everywhere, with several desk drawers turned over, and papers cluttered the