The very mention of skeletons in the closet sends chills up our spine and immediately through our mind’s eyes, we see a pile of bones in a dark closet. However, that may not always be the case. Often times, the skeletons are a collection of memories and secrets, stored over the years in the secret compartments of our mind, and we alone have access to them. Many of these are wonderful, and enjoyable to share, which we do willingly. However, along with these are unpleasant, often painful memories and secrets, which we would rather forget, and find it impossible. We commonly refer to these as ‘skeletons in the closet’ and take excessive caution to keep them hidden in the deep recesses of our mind. Knowing if ever disclosed they could cause irreparable
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If it is Mom, my friend, Jennifer, will know about it. She works in the coroner’s office, I’ll call her,” Marlene said, motioning for the detectives to leave.
Handing her a card, Detective Wallace said, “We’ll be in touch. Here is our direct number if you think of anything that might help, call us.”
Locking the front door, Marlene grabbed her purse, rushed to the garage, speeding down the street to the coroner’s office. Memories of happier times with her mother flooded her mind as tears poured down her face, having trouble driving, she pulled to the curb, and sobbed, “Mom, what am I going to do without you? You’re my best friend. I need you. Dear God, please don’t let my mother be dead," she prayed.
Arriving at the coroner’s parking lot and hesitated before getting out of the car. Finally, she went up the walkway, chills went up Marlene’s spine as she stepped into the empty hallway and saw an old magazine rack containing outdated magazines hanging on the wall. Noticing a buzzer on the door, she pushed it and waited. Finally, a male voice answered, “May I help you?” Is Jennifer available?” I’m Marlene Barnes.”
“Just a minute,” he answered. After waiting for what seemed like forever, but Marlene knew it was only a few minutes, she heard him say, “Jennifer will be with you
If it is Mom, my friend, Jennifer, will know about it. She works in the coroner’s office, I’ll call her,” Marlene said, motioning for the detectives to leave.
Handing her a card, Detective Wallace said, “We’ll be in touch. Here is our direct number if you think of anything that might help, call us.”
Locking the front door, Marlene grabbed her purse, rushed to the garage, speeding down the street to the coroner’s office. Memories of happier times with her mother flooded her mind as tears poured down her face, having trouble driving, she pulled to the curb, and sobbed, “Mom, what am I going to do without you? You’re my best friend. I need you. Dear God, please don’t let my mother be dead," she prayed.
Arriving at the coroner’s parking lot and hesitated before getting out of the car. Finally, she went up the walkway, chills went up Marlene’s spine as she stepped into the empty hallway and saw an old magazine rack containing outdated magazines hanging on the wall. Noticing a buzzer on the door, she pushed it and waited. Finally, a male voice answered, “May I help you?” Is Jennifer available?” I’m Marlene Barnes.”
“Just a minute,” he answered. After waiting for what seemed like forever, but Marlene knew it was only a few minutes, she heard him say, “Jennifer will be with you