Chapter 1
“Yes sir, Ms.Green as in the color,” Helen Green snapped trying to hide her growing annoyance at the bloated looking police officer, with small, but glaring, beady eyes.
The woman in a daring pale pink dress with polka-dots and tight bodice said in an almost not understandable french accent, “Sir? You look tired, we should call it a day, or should I say night?” The police officer blushed and Helen glanced down at her black lace gloves. Her hands were holding each others, she had been on edge since she saw the body learned this wasn’t all a joke.
“I am sorry Ms.Jacqueline, but we have to continue this until one of you can tell me exactly what you saw,” he took a breathe here, the type doctors make before relaying the news of a death of a loved one, “I think the most effective way of getting it over with was hours ago, you could have just have told me what happened, instead you have made it a very long night for all of us, and you two both could be the murders,” She saw a glint of sadness in his black eyes, and for a moment she felt bad for him.
Helen had to ask the question, the one that had been burning in her throat daring her to say it, “If I say my side, am I okay to leave even if Ms. Prunella continues to stall,” Helen could feel Jacqueline's’ eyes boring into the back of her head, she continued, “I was out for lunch with my friends at Terry’s diner. Then I came back and,” she paused trying to think of how best to describe the french woman next to her who was now playing with the mink coat in fast. Then Ms.Prunella here asked when he’d be free and I said I’d ask, and so her lap, “this woman was here, I asked her what she was doing and she spoke to me in french. I took french in elementary school and all I got ‘my honeybear’ out of all of it, that woman was talking so fast, I went to go tell him I was back, he told me to go get him a coffee from that one coffee house, then he asked if I had any leftover chips from lunch,” she looked around and her eyes fell on Jacqueline who was staring out the window at the London rain, “I came back, gave it to him and I worked at the desk for the rest of the time until I hear this shriek, and Jacqueline comes running to me and begins rambling in french again she is talking very fast. She said she needed to use the telly as in the television to call 911, I mean she said telly. I handed her the phone and watched her speaking in almost clear english. The police came and they showed me the body and now we’re here,” she said almost smoothly, her voice broke slightly at the end, probably in annoyance at the two of them. They were both staring off into space, in their own world, full of illusions of grandeur and happiness.
“You’re free to go Ms.Green, I’ll give you a ride home in the police car, Ms.Prunella please wait here for me and I’ll question you-”
“Tomorrow, you can question me tomorrow, I need to sleep a little to,” Jacqueline retorted, wiping her head up, standing, and storming out of the room, grabbing her mink coat on the way out, long brown curls wiping behind her.
“I can walk, sir,” Helen sayed standing and storming to the coat rack and slipping into her scarlet rain jacket, thinking to herself that it wasn’t as nice as the mink coat Jacqueline was now wearing.
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Once at home Helen made herself a cup of tea and took a bath, letting her highly styled blonde hair come free of it’s tight curls, letting her lipstick come off with the heat of the water. Just as she was about to slip into sleep in the hair product infused water, someone knocked on the oak door. She jolted up and pulled on her powder blue robe with pink flowers. She looked in the mirror, she looked angry, overworked and pale, she was all those things. Trying to sweep the dark thoughts she had just gotten, she weakly reapplied her red lipstick and powder that was hiding the spot on her left cheek she had gotten from slipping on the wet pavement the week before. Once at the door she tried to plaster on a fake smile and look put together.
She opened the door, a handsome man in a trench coat was staring at her, he examined her face seeing the badly covered mark and soaking wet hair, snapping out of the trance she had been in she said, “I’m sorry are you selling something door to door?” she didn’t stop to hear his answer she just went on, “I am not interested if so.”
The man stood up taller and boasted, “I’m a detective, are you Ms.Jacqueline?” Helen looked at him, then saw the gun he had in his pocket and almost jumped in fright, she had a man with a gun in her house. He must have noticed that she was scared of something because he also tensed, but from the angle it looked like pride.
“No sir, I’m Helen Green,” she sweaked shy all the sudden, he grimaced as if he had just thought of something foul.
His fingers traced the gun as if he was ready, to pull it out at any moment, “I’ll leave, but you are to report for further investigation tomorrow.”
“Alright,” she said as she closed the door. She drained the bath and rinsed her face of the makeup residue on her face. She slipped into her new silk nightgown with the intention to do what she always did, close the window. That’s when she saw the unopened novel by the end of the bed. She opened it. By ten sleep was tugging at her and she slipped into the void of her mind.
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Helen woke up at the same time she always did, but this morning with a chill, she felt at her face it was damp, Helen looked up and saw the window open. For a moment she thought that someone had broken in but that was almost instantaneously forgotten, she remembered the novel and the unanswered need to close the window. She sighed and climbed out of her slightly elevated bed and went into the bathroom with the intention of getting her brush and pulling it through her hair a few times. Once there she was taken aback at the sight of her own face, over the night water and dirt had strewn over her face, glossing her pristine features making them appear like the were covered in glass and dirt. She stood there looking at her face, a picture of her as a small girl going to her best friends lake in New Yorkshire, getting dirty and wet with the other children and being late to a campfire, because Tom and younge Helen would try and catch fireflies by the forest near the lake. The phone rang and that snapped her out of her childish dase.
“Hello Ms.Green, the police officer from last night is missing, you are a suspect, please come as quick as you can.”
Chapter 2
She was barely able to get ready correctly, her brain was so jumbled. After putting on the proper under coats she slipped into a red plaid dress. She styled her hair sloppily, and did her makeup with shaky hands. While on the walk she thought about many things doing with death. She finally arrived at the small office that was she guessed was the detective’s office, she was greeted by a strong stench coming from everywhere she really wished for this to be don quickly. When she entered she was greeted by the sound of a french woman screaming, Helen peered in through the doorway into the office with Mr.Collin that sat proudly on a gold plate on top of the frame.
“You may not want to do that, they’re mid-argument, not what you want to walk in on,” Helen snapped around to find a frail and skinny woman sitting in a oak desk, drinking tea. She looked American, the way she sat; slumped but proud, she looked as if she was bored, “Helen right? I’m Mary Ann Lola. I really hate the weather here; you see I grew up in New York, it got rainy but this is a lot of rain,” The strange Mary Anne woman was so odd, thought Helen. She could hear the yelling subsiding in the room next to and Jacqueline storming out in a fancy day dress with a floral pattern covering her pristine features. Helen watched as the almost perfect woman sat squarely on the black armchair next to her. Helen entered the room cautiously.
The man from the night before stood looking out onto the street where it was starting to rain, “Want a cup of tea?” he said slightly hoarse from all the yelling. She then noticed that there was a small stove with a kettle on the far side of the room.
“Yes, I can make it if you want, I know how stressful this job can be at times, my Dad was detective,” Helen whispered at her high heels, she didn’t like to speak of her father, the man had a serious problem with stress and had turned angry and solem because of that, sometimes coming home and yelling at the three of the Green children, he died on a murder case sort of like this.
“That would be great,” he looked at her and laughed as if he knew a joke she didn’t, “whenever I make tea it tastes odd,” she walked to the small stove and searched through the small drawer directly above the two burner stove. She found a mangled looking box of Earl Grey, one of her favorites, she began to to boil the water in the emerald tea pot that also looked fairly abused. Collins continued talking as she finished placing the bent and battered top, “So what were you doing the night this police officer went missing?” Helen could faintly hear the rustling of papers behind her.
“I went home, I made a cup of tea and than I took a bath,” Colin was scribbling maddly at the small notepad that had seemed to come out nowhere, “than you came by and I got out of my bath, I read until I fell asleep,” she poured the now hot tea into the least dented two cups. As soon as she put the small cup into Collins’ blistered and slightly shaking hands he downed the liquid, Helen liked to take small sips and take a lengthy time letting it cool. She didn’t want to appear rude but she took small sips.
“This is much better than than when I make,” he cooed, into the cup, more to the cup than Helen.
A french accent cut into the silence of the office, “I think I should go now, I mean I have to go,” the detectives’ eyebrows furrowed into a frustrated line, he turned around, looked through the open doorway.
“M’am, you can’t leave yet, you still haven’t done anything except say how it’s not my business to know what you have been doing while-”
“Just stop!” I was surprised by the sound of Mary Anne’s high pitched voice penetrated the tense and agitated statement, “I haven’t been here since five am to witness three scream-off by ‘polite’ brits!” the rest of the room fell silent and the three of them stared at the small woman who was shrinking into the large armchair again. Helen watched as the three of them settled into yelling at each other.
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Helen looked at the time 10:30 pm, Helen had been there since six in the morning and she was the only one who had done anything productive, and that was share her short, but true alibi. Jacqueline had just yelled at all of them, even Helen who had just watched the three of them fighting like starving dogs fighting for a stolen meal. When Jacqueline yelled at Helen it was about the tea that only Helen would make, under the others ordered her to do, was too sweet, to which Helen wanted to retort back something about her making her tea, right when she was about to state it the opportunity was taken by Mary Anne who decided it was her responsibility to talk about the origin of where the others as if she knew everyone's rank because she was American and therefore “on top”, Helen personally thought the whole thing was stupid. The detective; Colin thought that everyone was a fool if they did not give a detailed report, or made tea, he raged at everyone for different reasons, Mary Anne at being late for “everything”, Jacqueline for not telling him anything, and Helen for making good tea, which after the third lecture she decided was just a insane form a compliment.
At that moment they were screaming about the eye color of the police officer, Helen hadn’t said anything since they forced to tell her what type of tea she had just made for the new “forum” of whatever someone said. The argument seemed to be dying down, and Helen grabbed her coat, she was disgusted just by watching the three of them scream at each other pointlessly. She pulled on her rain jacket and as she was about to walk out the door a furious deep voice made her stop in her tracks, “What are you doing that little softy of a police officer may have let you leave after you barely said anything. But I am a real man,” she churned her mind for an answer, anything she could say in response of the rude comment she had just gotten.
“I was going to go to the store and make dinner,” her statement had come out more of hoarse whimper than an actual phrase. The three stared at her for what seemed like forever but was probably more like five seconds, Colin waved her off in a sort of agreement to her running off and playing maid for another thing. As she walked away she heard more muffled yelling. It had started raining in large sheets by the time she had rounded the corner where the all night store was placed. She ducked into the store and almost instantaneously she had everything she needed. When she got back it was like no time had passed at all, like a stopwatch had been put on the room then started again. “I back,” she mumbled as she open the door and went to the back room to make dinner, some grilled sausages and a chicken broth. Once she brought out the plates the room went a bit quieter, that was when a loud crack a streak of lightning frightened poor Helen into falling squarely on her nose. Overwhelming pain shot up her face into her nose where she could almost feel every nerve pulse separately all with a strong pain. The laughing of the others made her blush, she stood up to see the three staring at her with the same look of utmost unprofessionalism, for the first time all night she felt the urge to break out into rage and yell, the three didn’t seem to notice the look of contorted rage on her face for they just keep laughing at the fall, all she could do to contain her anger was pick up the plastic plate and walk into the kitchen where she saw the tea that sparked something in her.
She stormed out of the small room, grabbed her raincoat and was half way out the door when she heard, “You can’t leave!” It was Colin who had turned around and the look of pure pleasure with a look of frustration, “You can’t just leave, that’s how this is you can’t leave until answered.”
She was so mad that she could scream so she yelled from the doorway, “I gave you answers,” she could tell they were all to say that she didn't really so she continued, this time her voice more confident in a loud and infuriating, “you might not like the length but that’s more than you’ve gotten out of Jacqueline, who has just complained and yelled. Mary Anne you’ve been no help, you talk of race as if it were the deciding factor in life, you’ve all made me do everything, from tea to meals!” she inhaled and only found more steam to push out of her, “then finally when I fall you all laugh as if it’s the funniest things ever!” she took another step out and retorted to the shocked group behind her, goodnight!” with that she stormed out into the pouring rain.
Once she got home she felt light headed from being so tired, she brushed out her stiff hair that had deflated slightly from the rain. She was settling into bed when the phone next to the bed rang abruptly,”Yes she moaned into the phone probably sounding like she just woke up, with it felt like.
Helen was taken aback when a low voice answered almost sounding programed, “Please show up tomorrow, I can’t make good tea if my life depends on it.”
She was also shocked at how quickly she answered, “Yes, I’m sorry for the way I broke out, it was much too late for me, goodbye.”
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As Helen awoke the next morning a alarming sense of dread overwhelmed her, she had agreed arrive at the office by seven again, but this time she knew it would consist of her making tea and watching the others fight over insignificant things. She walked barefoot to her oak cupboard and took out her own tea setting it in her bag, just for her to know. On her walk there she contemplates the pros and cons of not going to the recid smelling place, sadly even though she knew she really didn’t want to go it was not much of a choice. As soon as she entered the room a haunting silence overcame the already quieter three. Colin started to get up from his armchair but before he could even open his mouth, a sleep deprived looking Mary Anne stated, “The police officer is dead.”
“Yes sir, Ms.Green as in the color,” Helen Green snapped trying to hide her growing annoyance at the bloated looking police officer, with small, but glaring, beady eyes.
The woman in a daring pale pink dress with polka-dots and tight bodice said in an almost not understandable french accent, “Sir? You look tired, we should call it a day, or should I say night?” The police officer blushed and Helen glanced down at her black lace gloves. Her hands were holding each others, she had been on edge since she saw the body learned this wasn’t all a joke.
“I am sorry Ms.Jacqueline, but we have to continue this until one of you can tell me exactly what you saw,” he took a breathe here, the type doctors make before relaying the news of a death of a loved one, “I think the most effective way of getting it over with was hours ago, you could have just have told me what happened, instead you have made it a very long night for all of us, and you two both could be the murders,” She saw a glint of sadness in his black eyes, and for a moment she felt bad for him.
Helen had to ask the question, the one that had been burning in her throat daring her to say it, “If I say my side, am I okay to leave even if Ms. Prunella continues to stall,” Helen could feel Jacqueline's’ eyes boring into the back of her head, she continued, “I was out for lunch with my friends at Terry’s diner. Then I came back and,” she paused trying to think of how best to describe the french woman next to her who was now playing with the mink coat in fast. Then Ms.Prunella here asked when he’d be free and I said I’d ask, and so her lap, “this woman was here, I asked her what she was doing and she spoke to me in french. I took french in elementary school and all I got ‘my honeybear’ out of all of it, that woman was talking so fast, I went to go tell him I was back, he told me to go get him a coffee from that one coffee house, then he asked if I had any leftover chips from lunch,” she looked around and her eyes fell on Jacqueline who was staring out the window at the London rain, “I came back, gave it to him and I worked at the desk for the rest of the time until I hear this shriek, and Jacqueline comes running to me and begins rambling in french again she is talking very fast. She said she needed to use the telly as in the television to call 911, I mean she said telly. I handed her the phone and watched her speaking in almost clear english. The police came and they showed me the body and now we’re here,” she said almost smoothly, her voice broke slightly at the end, probably in annoyance at the two of them. They were both staring off into space, in their own world, full of illusions of grandeur and happiness.
“You’re free to go Ms.Green, I’ll give you a ride home in the police car, Ms.Prunella please wait here for me and I’ll question you-”
“Tomorrow, you can question me tomorrow, I need to sleep a little to,” Jacqueline retorted, wiping her head up, standing, and storming out of the room, grabbing her mink coat on the way out, long brown curls wiping behind her.
“I can walk, sir,” Helen sayed standing and storming to the coat rack and slipping into her scarlet rain jacket, thinking to herself that it wasn’t as nice as the mink coat Jacqueline was now wearing.
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Once at home Helen made herself a cup of tea and took a bath, letting her highly styled blonde hair come free of it’s tight curls, letting her lipstick come off with the heat of the water. Just as she was about to slip into sleep in the hair product infused water, someone knocked on the oak door. She jolted up and pulled on her powder blue robe with pink flowers. She looked in the mirror, she looked angry, overworked and pale, she was all those things. Trying to sweep the dark thoughts she had just gotten, she weakly reapplied her red lipstick and powder that was hiding the spot on her left cheek she had gotten from slipping on the wet pavement the week before. Once at the door she tried to plaster on a fake smile and look put together.
She opened the door, a handsome man in a trench coat was staring at her, he examined her face seeing the badly covered mark and soaking wet hair, snapping out of the trance she had been in she said, “I’m sorry are you selling something door to door?” she didn’t stop to hear his answer she just went on, “I am not interested if so.”
The man stood up taller and boasted, “I’m a detective, are you Ms.Jacqueline?” Helen looked at him, then saw the gun he had in his pocket and almost jumped in fright, she had a man with a gun in her house. He must have noticed that she was scared of something because he also tensed, but from the angle it looked like pride.
“No sir, I’m Helen Green,” she sweaked shy all the sudden, he grimaced as if he had just thought of something foul.
His fingers traced the gun as if he was ready, to pull it out at any moment, “I’ll leave, but you are to report for further investigation tomorrow.”
“Alright,” she said as she closed the door. She drained the bath and rinsed her face of the makeup residue on her face. She slipped into her new silk nightgown with the intention to do what she always did, close the window. That’s when she saw the unopened novel by the end of the bed. She opened it. By ten sleep was tugging at her and she slipped into the void of her mind.
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Helen woke up at the same time she always did, but this morning with a chill, she felt at her face it was damp, Helen looked up and saw the window open. For a moment she thought that someone had broken in but that was almost instantaneously forgotten, she remembered the novel and the unanswered need to close the window. She sighed and climbed out of her slightly elevated bed and went into the bathroom with the intention of getting her brush and pulling it through her hair a few times. Once there she was taken aback at the sight of her own face, over the night water and dirt had strewn over her face, glossing her pristine features making them appear like the were covered in glass and dirt. She stood there looking at her face, a picture of her as a small girl going to her best friends lake in New Yorkshire, getting dirty and wet with the other children and being late to a campfire, because Tom and younge Helen would try and catch fireflies by the forest near the lake. The phone rang and that snapped her out of her childish dase.
“Hello Ms.Green, the police officer from last night is missing, you are a suspect, please come as quick as you can.”
Chapter 2
She was barely able to get ready correctly, her brain was so jumbled. After putting on the proper under coats she slipped into a red plaid dress. She styled her hair sloppily, and did her makeup with shaky hands. While on the walk she thought about many things doing with death. She finally arrived at the small office that was she guessed was the detective’s office, she was greeted by a strong stench coming from everywhere she really wished for this to be don quickly. When she entered she was greeted by the sound of a french woman screaming, Helen peered in through the doorway into the office with Mr.Collin that sat proudly on a gold plate on top of the frame.
“You may not want to do that, they’re mid-argument, not what you want to walk in on,” Helen snapped around to find a frail and skinny woman sitting in a oak desk, drinking tea. She looked American, the way she sat; slumped but proud, she looked as if she was bored, “Helen right? I’m Mary Ann Lola. I really hate the weather here; you see I grew up in New York, it got rainy but this is a lot of rain,” The strange Mary Anne woman was so odd, thought Helen. She could hear the yelling subsiding in the room next to and Jacqueline storming out in a fancy day dress with a floral pattern covering her pristine features. Helen watched as the almost perfect woman sat squarely on the black armchair next to her. Helen entered the room cautiously.
The man from the night before stood looking out onto the street where it was starting to rain, “Want a cup of tea?” he said slightly hoarse from all the yelling. She then noticed that there was a small stove with a kettle on the far side of the room.
“Yes, I can make it if you want, I know how stressful this job can be at times, my Dad was detective,” Helen whispered at her high heels, she didn’t like to speak of her father, the man had a serious problem with stress and had turned angry and solem because of that, sometimes coming home and yelling at the three of the Green children, he died on a murder case sort of like this.
“That would be great,” he looked at her and laughed as if he knew a joke she didn’t, “whenever I make tea it tastes odd,” she walked to the small stove and searched through the small drawer directly above the two burner stove. She found a mangled looking box of Earl Grey, one of her favorites, she began to to boil the water in the emerald tea pot that also looked fairly abused. Collins continued talking as she finished placing the bent and battered top, “So what were you doing the night this police officer went missing?” Helen could faintly hear the rustling of papers behind her.
“I went home, I made a cup of tea and than I took a bath,” Colin was scribbling maddly at the small notepad that had seemed to come out nowhere, “than you came by and I got out of my bath, I read until I fell asleep,” she poured the now hot tea into the least dented two cups. As soon as she put the small cup into Collins’ blistered and slightly shaking hands he downed the liquid, Helen liked to take small sips and take a lengthy time letting it cool. She didn’t want to appear rude but she took small sips.
“This is much better than than when I make,” he cooed, into the cup, more to the cup than Helen.
A french accent cut into the silence of the office, “I think I should go now, I mean I have to go,” the detectives’ eyebrows furrowed into a frustrated line, he turned around, looked through the open doorway.
“M’am, you can’t leave yet, you still haven’t done anything except say how it’s not my business to know what you have been doing while-”
“Just stop!” I was surprised by the sound of Mary Anne’s high pitched voice penetrated the tense and agitated statement, “I haven’t been here since five am to witness three scream-off by ‘polite’ brits!” the rest of the room fell silent and the three of them stared at the small woman who was shrinking into the large armchair again. Helen watched as the three of them settled into yelling at each other.
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Helen looked at the time 10:30 pm, Helen had been there since six in the morning and she was the only one who had done anything productive, and that was share her short, but true alibi. Jacqueline had just yelled at all of them, even Helen who had just watched the three of them fighting like starving dogs fighting for a stolen meal. When Jacqueline yelled at Helen it was about the tea that only Helen would make, under the others ordered her to do, was too sweet, to which Helen wanted to retort back something about her making her tea, right when she was about to state it the opportunity was taken by Mary Anne who decided it was her responsibility to talk about the origin of where the others as if she knew everyone's rank because she was American and therefore “on top”, Helen personally thought the whole thing was stupid. The detective; Colin thought that everyone was a fool if they did not give a detailed report, or made tea, he raged at everyone for different reasons, Mary Anne at being late for “everything”, Jacqueline for not telling him anything, and Helen for making good tea, which after the third lecture she decided was just a insane form a compliment.
At that moment they were screaming about the eye color of the police officer, Helen hadn’t said anything since they forced to tell her what type of tea she had just made for the new “forum” of whatever someone said. The argument seemed to be dying down, and Helen grabbed her coat, she was disgusted just by watching the three of them scream at each other pointlessly. She pulled on her rain jacket and as she was about to walk out the door a furious deep voice made her stop in her tracks, “What are you doing that little softy of a police officer may have let you leave after you barely said anything. But I am a real man,” she churned her mind for an answer, anything she could say in response of the rude comment she had just gotten.
“I was going to go to the store and make dinner,” her statement had come out more of hoarse whimper than an actual phrase. The three stared at her for what seemed like forever but was probably more like five seconds, Colin waved her off in a sort of agreement to her running off and playing maid for another thing. As she walked away she heard more muffled yelling. It had started raining in large sheets by the time she had rounded the corner where the all night store was placed. She ducked into the store and almost instantaneously she had everything she needed. When she got back it was like no time had passed at all, like a stopwatch had been put on the room then started again. “I back,” she mumbled as she open the door and went to the back room to make dinner, some grilled sausages and a chicken broth. Once she brought out the plates the room went a bit quieter, that was when a loud crack a streak of lightning frightened poor Helen into falling squarely on her nose. Overwhelming pain shot up her face into her nose where she could almost feel every nerve pulse separately all with a strong pain. The laughing of the others made her blush, she stood up to see the three staring at her with the same look of utmost unprofessionalism, for the first time all night she felt the urge to break out into rage and yell, the three didn’t seem to notice the look of contorted rage on her face for they just keep laughing at the fall, all she could do to contain her anger was pick up the plastic plate and walk into the kitchen where she saw the tea that sparked something in her.
She stormed out of the small room, grabbed her raincoat and was half way out the door when she heard, “You can’t leave!” It was Colin who had turned around and the look of pure pleasure with a look of frustration, “You can’t just leave, that’s how this is you can’t leave until answered.”
She was so mad that she could scream so she yelled from the doorway, “I gave you answers,” she could tell they were all to say that she didn't really so she continued, this time her voice more confident in a loud and infuriating, “you might not like the length but that’s more than you’ve gotten out of Jacqueline, who has just complained and yelled. Mary Anne you’ve been no help, you talk of race as if it were the deciding factor in life, you’ve all made me do everything, from tea to meals!” she inhaled and only found more steam to push out of her, “then finally when I fall you all laugh as if it’s the funniest things ever!” she took another step out and retorted to the shocked group behind her, goodnight!” with that she stormed out into the pouring rain.
Once she got home she felt light headed from being so tired, she brushed out her stiff hair that had deflated slightly from the rain. She was settling into bed when the phone next to the bed rang abruptly,”Yes she moaned into the phone probably sounding like she just woke up, with it felt like.
Helen was taken aback when a low voice answered almost sounding programed, “Please show up tomorrow, I can’t make good tea if my life depends on it.”
She was also shocked at how quickly she answered, “Yes, I’m sorry for the way I broke out, it was much too late for me, goodbye.”
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As Helen awoke the next morning a alarming sense of dread overwhelmed her, she had agreed arrive at the office by seven again, but this time she knew it would consist of her making tea and watching the others fight over insignificant things. She walked barefoot to her oak cupboard and took out her own tea setting it in her bag, just for her to know. On her walk there she contemplates the pros and cons of not going to the recid smelling place, sadly even though she knew she really didn’t want to go it was not much of a choice. As soon as she entered the room a haunting silence overcame the already quieter three. Colin started to get up from his armchair but before he could even open his mouth, a sleep deprived looking Mary Anne stated, “The police officer is dead.”