person to go to a tanning salon in the middle of January, and I wasn’t planning on changing my habits just to keep Susie’s clothes. So most shirts —except black, blue, and violet ones—were placed in the bag for goodwill.
Susie was skinnier than me, which meant her trousers and most skirts would be donated. Her dresses were magnificent and I decided to keep a couple that were a bit loose on her just in case I ever had the opportunity to wear them. I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but I couldn’t dismiss Chanel and Givenchy.
Next came the boots and shoes. Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin, Pr ada, Jimmy Choo, Andre Perugia…I gasped. Not because I wasn’t aware of Susie’s shoe collection, God only knows how much she loved beautiful footwear; I gasped because I knew I’d have to let the shoes go…Susie’s feet were larger than mine. I pondered using cotton or thick socks, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Susie’s shoes would find another closet that wasn’t mine.
I grabbed a suitcase and Jared helped me put the clothes I wouldn’t be keeping in it. The shoes required four bags, and after picking only six purses —Susie had many more, but they were huge, not really my style—, I placed the smallest inside the smaller, then inside the regular sizes, and finally into the biggest.
At around one, the clothes and accessories were packed. Jared, reluctant to leave me alone with Ray, called for Chinese delivery and we had our lunch there. Ray left before the food arrived; he’d already picked the things he wanted to keep, and he showed them to me to avoid me worrying if any of the items he’d taken had gone missing.
We parted on bittersweet terms; I promised I’d call him for the scattering of the ashes.
Jared helped me go over the limited CD and DVD collections; Susie wasn’t much into music and didn’t have much time to watch movies, so she’d normally rent them instead of purchasing them. As I already had the CD’s and her movie taste was quite the opposite of mine, all those items were packed for goodwill.
I kept on going through Susie’s stuff and by four I was set. I called Bill Morris to let him know; he thanked me and told me to leave the bags for goodwill in the apartment, he’d make sure they were delivered.
I went through Susie’s computer but found nothing relevant to anything; it was all work stuff. Her laptop, recently released from the police department, was just as useless. Of course, I wasn’t expecting a file filled with clues name d who killed me.doc but some sort of hint might have been good.
Jared helped me carry the stuff I’d chosen for myself to my car, and then I went to Susie’s garage to get hers. A silver Lexus RX beamed at me. I had no idea of what I’d do with it, but I decided I wanted it at my place. Jared checked for anything that could mean danger for me, and after reassuring me of the car’s safety, we drove over to my apartment, caravan style.
I unpacked the clothes and stuff as Jared spoke on the phone. He seemed concerned and very serious; I gathered he was talking with Aidan, but the topic of the conversation remained a mystery to me, due to Jared’s mumbling and Aidan’s lack of yelling.
After I was done putting everything in its new place, I stared at the new order and hugged myself. I needed the comfort of someone’s arms around me. I needed to feel love. Loved. But I didn’t know where I could find it. I went to the kitchen and prepared a cheese sandwich for Jared and one for me. I set the coffee-maker on, prepared two mugs with their respective spoons, positioned table-mats for two, and waited; Jared was still on the phone.
I poured the coffee, set the mugs and plates on each of the mats, and motioned Jared that snacks were served. He nodded but looked somber. I could tell something was off, but I had no way of knowing until he told me.
Choosing to enjoy my sandwich and coffee, I pretended not to care; my mind drifted back to
Susie was skinnier than me, which meant her trousers and most skirts would be donated. Her dresses were magnificent and I decided to keep a couple that were a bit loose on her just in case I ever had the opportunity to wear them. I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but I couldn’t dismiss Chanel and Givenchy.
Next came the boots and shoes. Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin, Pr ada, Jimmy Choo, Andre Perugia…I gasped. Not because I wasn’t aware of Susie’s shoe collection, God only knows how much she loved beautiful footwear; I gasped because I knew I’d have to let the shoes go…Susie’s feet were larger than mine. I pondered using cotton or thick socks, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Susie’s shoes would find another closet that wasn’t mine.
I grabbed a suitcase and Jared helped me put the clothes I wouldn’t be keeping in it. The shoes required four bags, and after picking only six purses —Susie had many more, but they were huge, not really my style—, I placed the smallest inside the smaller, then inside the regular sizes, and finally into the biggest.
At around one, the clothes and accessories were packed. Jared, reluctant to leave me alone with Ray, called for Chinese delivery and we had our lunch there. Ray left before the food arrived; he’d already picked the things he wanted to keep, and he showed them to me to avoid me worrying if any of the items he’d taken had gone missing.
We parted on bittersweet terms; I promised I’d call him for the scattering of the ashes.
Jared helped me go over the limited CD and DVD collections; Susie wasn’t much into music and didn’t have much time to watch movies, so she’d normally rent them instead of purchasing them. As I already had the CD’s and her movie taste was quite the opposite of mine, all those items were packed for goodwill.
I kept on going through Susie’s stuff and by four I was set. I called Bill Morris to let him know; he thanked me and told me to leave the bags for goodwill in the apartment, he’d make sure they were delivered.
I went through Susie’s computer but found nothing relevant to anything; it was all work stuff. Her laptop, recently released from the police department, was just as useless. Of course, I wasn’t expecting a file filled with clues name d who killed me.doc but some sort of hint might have been good.
Jared helped me carry the stuff I’d chosen for myself to my car, and then I went to Susie’s garage to get hers. A silver Lexus RX beamed at me. I had no idea of what I’d do with it, but I decided I wanted it at my place. Jared checked for anything that could mean danger for me, and after reassuring me of the car’s safety, we drove over to my apartment, caravan style.
I unpacked the clothes and stuff as Jared spoke on the phone. He seemed concerned and very serious; I gathered he was talking with Aidan, but the topic of the conversation remained a mystery to me, due to Jared’s mumbling and Aidan’s lack of yelling.
After I was done putting everything in its new place, I stared at the new order and hugged myself. I needed the comfort of someone’s arms around me. I needed to feel love. Loved. But I didn’t know where I could find it. I went to the kitchen and prepared a cheese sandwich for Jared and one for me. I set the coffee-maker on, prepared two mugs with their respective spoons, positioned table-mats for two, and waited; Jared was still on the phone.
I poured the coffee, set the mugs and plates on each of the mats, and motioned Jared that snacks were served. He nodded but looked somber. I could tell something was off, but I had no way of knowing until he told me.
Choosing to enjoy my sandwich and coffee, I pretended not to care; my mind drifted back to
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