A strong hand grabbed her wrist as Deb aimed for the woman again. She turned her head to face an older man. He looked furious.
“If wewe hit my wife one zaidi time…” he alisema threatening. “Let her go, Wayne” the woman appealed. “She’s just upset” Wayne’s grip on Deb loosened and she liberated herself. She looked from Wayne to his wife and back.
“Who are you? What have wewe done to my baby?” she cried quietly.
The woman pulled Debra closer and caressed her hair. “Poor child, you’ve had to endure way too much pain for your age” she said. She looked up at her husband. “Could wewe make us some tea, dear?”
Wayne took off to follow his wife’s suggestions and she continued her caressing.
She took a step back and cupped Deb’s wet face. “Can wewe tell me what happened?” she asked compassionate. Deb looked down, ashamed for the truth. “Well, if wewe can’t tell me what happened, can wewe at least tell me your name?”
Debra looked up again and swallowed. “Debra” she answered difficult. “My name’s Debra”
“Debra? That’s a really nice name. My name is Abigail, but wewe can call me grams, if wewe want to” Abigail suggested.
Debra looked down at the grave again. She didn’t want a grandmother. She already had one, even if she had never met her.
According to Mrs. Parker her mother had broken off any kind of contact ever since she and Mr. Parker had joined Dale’s little society club.
Abigail reached out to her, but Deb cast her the most resentful glance and she withdrew her hand hesitantly.
“I will be inside, if wewe need anything” she said. She walked back to the house, while Debra lay down on her son’s grave and quietly wept.
“If wewe hit my wife one zaidi time…” he alisema threatening. “Let her go, Wayne” the woman appealed. “She’s just upset” Wayne’s grip on Deb loosened and she liberated herself. She looked from Wayne to his wife and back.
“Who are you? What have wewe done to my baby?” she cried quietly.
The woman pulled Debra closer and caressed her hair. “Poor child, you’ve had to endure way too much pain for your age” she said. She looked up at her husband. “Could wewe make us some tea, dear?”
Wayne took off to follow his wife’s suggestions and she continued her caressing.
She took a step back and cupped Deb’s wet face. “Can wewe tell me what happened?” she asked compassionate. Deb looked down, ashamed for the truth. “Well, if wewe can’t tell me what happened, can wewe at least tell me your name?”
Debra looked up again and swallowed. “Debra” she answered difficult. “My name’s Debra”
“Debra? That’s a really nice name. My name is Abigail, but wewe can call me grams, if wewe want to” Abigail suggested.
Debra looked down at the grave again. She didn’t want a grandmother. She already had one, even if she had never met her.
According to Mrs. Parker her mother had broken off any kind of contact ever since she and Mr. Parker had joined Dale’s little society club.
Abigail reached out to her, but Deb cast her the most resentful glance and she withdrew her hand hesitantly.
“I will be inside, if wewe need anything” she said. She walked back to the house, while Debra lay down on her son’s grave and quietly wept.
Rob returned with a notepad, and a pen. He gave both items to Deb and sat down. “They’ll be here soon” he explained. “They asked if wewe could write your statement down, and sign it. It would save them some time, and they would see it as a sign of cooperation. It’s really important that wewe cooperate, Deb. Do wewe understand that?”
Deb nodded scared. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Rob nodded at the notepad. “Just remember what I told you, and write it down”
Deb gazed at the notepad, swallowed, and opened it. The blank page, staring back at her, looked so uninviting she wanted to shut the book, and smash it against the wall.
“You can do it” Rob encouraged her softly. “I’ll be with you, every step of the way”
Those words seemed to do the trick, because Deb conjured a faint smile, and started writing…
Deb nodded scared. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Rob nodded at the notepad. “Just remember what I told you, and write it down”
Deb gazed at the notepad, swallowed, and opened it. The blank page, staring back at her, looked so uninviting she wanted to shut the book, and smash it against the wall.
“You can do it” Rob encouraged her softly. “I’ll be with you, every step of the way”
Those words seemed to do the trick, because Deb conjured a faint smile, and started writing…