The pig

Chapter 1. The pig is dead

Teresa knocked at my door at seven sharp in the morning. I know for sure it was this time. I was there in my bed trying to arrange some household appointments for the day and then I heard the knocking on the door so I rushed to the hallway in dispair  half dressed on my nightgowns and pyjamas.
- I've killed the pig - was that she said just standing there in front of me.
- What pig? - I know I didn't make the logical "what?" question. As my hope was finding out she didn't mean the pig I feared she was meaning.
-Mine. My pig- said Teresa as if heaven was falling down on her from a dark blue giant paint pot at that very moment. I sighted very deep inside as if the more oxigen I could store in my lungs, the easier I could endure what was about to happen next as it had been expected to happen for a lifetime.

Then she fadded away through the corridor looking extremely calm and relieved. I saw myself staring at her figure robot-like walking as if testing its machinery. I've got hold of my door frame for ages as Teresa's life motion picture show was starring on the grey mass screen of my mind, and then I realized the cruelty of the fact that this bizarre film was mute.

-Did you killed your husband, madam?- asked the policeman on a chair facing Teresa opposite the breakfast table in her kitchen.
She nodded and kept looking down to the old carpeted foor.
-Is this a "yes", madam? I need you to say it loud, please.- the shabby in his early fourties policeman begged as if talking to his own mum.
-I know I've been delayed on this. I'm so sorry for you, child- she dropped her words carefully as porcelain peaces from a broken vase trying not to make any more damage. She put her hollowed eyes on the police officer for a couple of seconds enough to let him listen to a clear but exhausted "yes, I did". And then she cancelled all connection with real word for the whole morning.
-She's 84, my men found her identification stuff, you know, bedsidetable stuffing thing, easy done. I can't barely think how she did it.- one of the officers in charge of the investigation told his mate.
-I wonder why- stated the younger of the two officers scoldding the house.