My Lovely Murder

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The serve was good but I wasn't really listen because I was worried sick about my wife and child. After church we went home. Or Lavinia, Jeremy, and Daisy went home, me and Hazel went on a walk. We walked to a little playground and we saw lots of kids playing with their friends or siblings. We saw one brunette kid fighting with her brother. She looked about thirteen and he looked about five. "Oh, Ethan! Just make friends, for goodness's sake!" she told him, pointing around. "But I'm shy, Stella!" her brother, Ethan, told her. Stella burst out laughing. "No, ye not!" she told him.

"Say, you think that's want a teenager is going to be like?" Hazel asked, looking at me. "I hope not. But I kind of like her. But what should we name our child?" I asked. Hazel shrugged. "What about Melody?" I suggested. "Maybe, but if it's a boy, Noah." Hazel told me. "I like that, Hazel." I gently put my hand on her hand.

"Hey! What's an orient doing here in America?!" a guy looked at us yelled. "Oh, diu lei!" Hazel shouted in Cantonese. The guy looked puzzled. "You think I know what that means?" he said, scoffing. "No, I don't expect a Bostonian to understand me so I'll help. I said fuc-"

The guys walked away before she could finish. "I always think you can't get better, but like most times, I was wrong." I told her, smiling. Hazel ruffling my hair. I took her hand and we walked back home. We got home and sat at the table. "Say, I kind of want to go to India," Hazel told me. "Me too." So it was agreed, we'd go to India. We told George this and the rest of the day was uneventful.

That night, I heard Hazel wake screaming again. "NOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN!" she said, sitting up. I sat up next to her. "OK, Hazel, tell me what's wrong. Same dream?" I said, holding her and stroking her hair. "Yes. I don't like it." she told me, weeping and hugging me. "Don't worry. It's just a dream, nothing bad can happen." I told her, holding her close. Hazel looked up and kissed me on the lips and I kissed her back. Hazel laid back down and fell asleep. I hugged her close to my chest. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." I told her. She nestled closer to me and I squeezed her tightly. Life was good.

Turns out, I was wrong.