Dominic Brown is a man who's had a pretty good life until a year ago. A year ago when his life had change from being a loving husband and father to that man that was charged with murdering his wife and cause the freak accident that killed his daugh...
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DOMINIC
I ate then went and took a shower finally after a few days of not showering, I went back downstairs and Derrick was gone Cathy was still here I went and sat down looking at her.
"So what about ummm whoever" I said
"Lyndsey Stinson you know her right?" Cathy asked
"I think I seen her a few times breifly" I said I didnt know her but I knew her husband some, just a nod as I drove passed their house but I knew what happen tho. Six months ago Barry Stinson had driven into an empty field behind the local middle school and ate a bullet. I didn't know much about the family - I just knew there was one.
"They're kids aren't doing so well they're seeing a counselor twice a week, and hardly speaks anymore. The school's talking about holding them both back," Cathy explained. She sounded sad.
"Do you know anything more about why he did it?" I asked
"No crimes, he wasn't fired, no embezzling, it's not clear what it was about. Apparently he'd been depressed for quite a while, but the underlying situation is still a blank as far as I know." Cathy said
"That nigga I mean man going out like that," I said.
"Yea." Cathy said
"And how does this all matter to me?" I asked.
"It doesn't. It doesn't have to matter to anybody. They're on their own. Alone." Cathy said
"No family help?" I asked
"Not that I know of. If they're around, we don't see much of them, that's for sure." Cathy said
"Cathy, how the hell do you know all this stuff?" I ask.
"People just like to talk to me. I'm a very good listener,she's my friend" Cathy said with a big smile.
"I see" I said and went to the door and walked out down the driveway and stood there looking down the street till I saw her house. I never looked before well I never came outside. But I looked at her house and her yard. The "For Sale" sign was a dead giveaway. The unkempt yard and overgrown bushes indicated a lack of care for months.
It couldn't help with the sales prospects. The door paint was faded, I thought the Realtor wasn't earning their commission, letting the place show like this. I don't know why I'm looking I don't care I dont need to help no one but myself.
* * * The next day* * *
When Cathy came over that morning, I was already up and dressed. I told her I was going out for a little while and that if she needed me I was going to be on foot. I left the house as Cathy did, I went walking to the Stinson house, once there I noticed the grass was dormant, but long, and the bushes were out of control. I didn't notice when Cathy came to where I was a few hours she had some sandwiches for lunch.
