Never Trust a Truman

Chapter 4: continued

Rachelle snatched the trash can bin from Lyndsay's hands, put on a plastic glove on her left hand, and stuck her hand in the trash, digging for a specific item. Lyndsay gave her a very unattractive expression on her face.

"I'm wearing gloves...," mentioned Rachelle. She rolled her eyes and went back to digging.

A few seconds later, she had found exactly what she was looking for. "Got it!"

"What is that?" wondered Lyndsay.

"About to find out," responded Rachelle with a devious look on her face. Her eyes got big and her mouth dropped open wide when she discovered what she found.

"Ray, is everything okay....you're frozen," said Lyndsay worriedly.

"Huh?...oh yeah, I'm peachy...just peachy," responded Rachelle with a sarcastic smile.

"What's that?" asked Lyndsay.

"It's her letter of acceptance into Yale University....but what was it doing in the trash bin all worded up?"

Rachelle was being very confused. There was something very strange on the bottom half of the letter that caught Lyndsay's eye. "Um, Rachelle," she began.

"Yeah?"

"You may want to take a closer look at that letter, just a little bit further down."

Rachelle's mind began to fill up with confusion as her eyes slowly began to go down the letter: later, her eyes for even bigger than before. "You'll think twice," she read aloud to herself. "You'll think twice...what does that even mean?" she questioned.

"I don't know what it means, but I sure do not want to find out," mentioned Lyndsay anxiously.

"Woman, that's our job is to find out exactly what it means."

After a couple of minutes had went by, Rachelle heard the front door open and close back. Rachelle gasped scare fly.

"What's wrong?" asked Lyndsay.

"Shhh...." Rachelle then heard keys jingling back and forth and someone coming up the staircase. "Uh oh," she thought to herself. Lyndsay began to feel terrified with fear in her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's Aunt Bonnie...she's home," said Rachelle. She quickly started to grab everything and pack it up before Aunt Bonnie walked through the door.

"Well, what do we do now?" questioned a very anxious and worried Lyndsay. She noticed that Rachelle kept searching for a sneaky place to hide to where they wouldn't be spotted by Aunt Bonnie that easy. "Quick, under the bed," she hesitated as the two of them packed up everything. They tried as hard as they could to make themselves fit into a tight space. Moments later, they heard Aunt Bonnie burst through the door. She frantically moved her feet across the fuzzy carpet to the other side of the bed to where Paisley's dead body laid on the floor.

"See, this is why you don't trust a Truman," said Aunt Bonnie to herself. "Even if they are family, never....trust...a...Truman." Rachelle's eyebrows began to lie down hard, putting pressure on her eyes. Her mouth fell wide open, all spread out: she couldn't believe her yes what she just heard.

"And don't you worry, honey, I'm going to make sure your cousin's weak, potty, worthless mind is on this case, whether she wants to be not not," finished Aunt Bonnie. Rachelle was now even more furious than before.

"Hey honey...," called out Uncle Leo from downstairs in the living room.

"Yes dear," answered Aunt Bonnie.