I went downstairs after I calmed down a bit. I put on a pot of coffee and went out to check the mail. The Saturday Post boy was making his rounds of today's newspapers on his shiny, little blue bike and threw one at me. I caught it and gave him a big smile, "Happy Saturday, Joshie." "Happy Saturday, Ms. C." He happily called back. I got the rest of my mail and headed inside. Imagine my surprise when I saw the front page of the newspaper:
Town Sherrif, Andy Turner, Commits Suicide: Those who found his body in the wee hours of this morning think he drove off into the ocean at around 8:00 PM. For now, this is all we know but they have sent his body to the best mortician in this town: Dr. Porter Coffin Jr. who will now give a statement about this terrible trage...ankful for getting this opportun...currently my entire reputation is that of my fathe...ope to cut in on Monday...There you have it, folks, sometime next week we should have a conclusive statement about what happened to Sherrif Andy Turner. Was it really a suicide? Most people that knew him don't thin...
I slammed the newspaper down on the kitchen island so hard I was surprised it didn't break the island. I didn't expect them to do an autopsy. What am I? A fool? Of course, they are. What did I expect? For them to throw daisies on his freshly dug grave? Now I feel kind of bad about this but I think it is for the best. I mean I just have to, right? There is no other way around it. Tomorrow. Sunday.
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