to the facts. Discovery of a crime is a strange and wonderful process, “he spoke coldly in a distant, disinterested voice. Crime? Did the uniformed clown just say a crime had been committed? Susan was confused. Was he referring to the stolen gown or perhaps Harris had committed a crime. Then suddenly Susan understood. The police clown had said they believed Harris was the victim of a crime, and they were looking to me for answers. Susan felt a slight tremble of fear. What did she know? What should she say? The truth is she knew very little about Harris beyond the service. Susan squinted her eyes to think, then she looked into the officer’s eyes. “I have not talked to Harris in two days, sir.”
The others looked at each other in disbelief . This was the bride, and she just admitted to not having spoken or seeing her husband-to-be in at least two days? Instinctively, everyone knew this was not going to turn out well for Susan. Out of respect or fear, the others backed away unobtrusively, leaving Susan and the police in respectful privacy. She told him everything that happened. She described her confusion and how she freaked out then stole the dress. She went on to explain how she had gotten lost in front of the bistro and how odd the people were. For some reason she left out the butcher knife and the reoccurring ring, but those facts seem to push the story over the edge into “crazy.” Susan’s mother approached the two and wrapped her arm protectively around her daughter’s waist. Susan leaned against her in grateful support. Looking at the ground Susan continued her story, explaining the missing car, and lastly about Jim, Donna, and their family trying to help her. The officer scribbled in his notebook as she spoke, frowning a little bit here and there. She made no mention of the strange, bizarre band.
Susan’s other family mem bers approached them as well. After the story, the officer closed his notebook and took a step back.
“If you don’t mind m iss, we need you to stay in town for the next few days. We will have more questions for you. Of course, if you hear from Harris or learn anything, please give us a call and we will do the same.” Susan’s father gave his daughter a big hug, reassuring her that there was nothing to worry about.
“E verything will be just fine, sweetheart. You wait and see.” Susan’s father smiled as he left her side and approached the retreating officer. Susan’s mom let go of her waist and followed. Together they leaned in close to the police officer and began talking in earnest. Susan had seen it a thousand times before. Her parents were trying to keep their arm-waving and pointing to a minimum in front of so many people. Susan’s dad agreed to go along with the police to the station to clean up the rest of the mess so Susan wouldn’t have to be arrested or embarrassed. Susan’s mom looked at her and then glanced away at all the decorations to distract herself from the whole scenario.
In a bizarre moment, Susan’s mother commented that s he hoped the color they selected for the bridesmaid dresses would match Susan’s eyes like they had hoped from the earlier conversation. It was such a normal conversation, but nonsensical given the current situation. That’s all they were hoping for was a normal conversation. A normal day. A normal wedding between two upstanding families. All they got were a missing bride, a missing groom, and a bunch of questions.
At least during Susan’s junior prom Nina had been right there , so that when she went to go and shoplift the flower for her date, Nina put a stop to it and paid for it on the spot. They used to be able to spot Susan’s agitation coming on by a couple of minutes and deflect whatever she was going to do. Now it just erupted without warning and they would all lose a day trying to get her back in the car or out of the store, or away from whatever
The others looked at each other in disbelief . This was the bride, and she just admitted to not having spoken or seeing her husband-to-be in at least two days? Instinctively, everyone knew this was not going to turn out well for Susan. Out of respect or fear, the others backed away unobtrusively, leaving Susan and the police in respectful privacy. She told him everything that happened. She described her confusion and how she freaked out then stole the dress. She went on to explain how she had gotten lost in front of the bistro and how odd the people were. For some reason she left out the butcher knife and the reoccurring ring, but those facts seem to push the story over the edge into “crazy.” Susan’s mother approached the two and wrapped her arm protectively around her daughter’s waist. Susan leaned against her in grateful support. Looking at the ground Susan continued her story, explaining the missing car, and lastly about Jim, Donna, and their family trying to help her. The officer scribbled in his notebook as she spoke, frowning a little bit here and there. She made no mention of the strange, bizarre band.
Susan’s other family mem bers approached them as well. After the story, the officer closed his notebook and took a step back.
“If you don’t mind m iss, we need you to stay in town for the next few days. We will have more questions for you. Of course, if you hear from Harris or learn anything, please give us a call and we will do the same.” Susan’s father gave his daughter a big hug, reassuring her that there was nothing to worry about.
“E verything will be just fine, sweetheart. You wait and see.” Susan’s father smiled as he left her side and approached the retreating officer. Susan’s mom let go of her waist and followed. Together they leaned in close to the police officer and began talking in earnest. Susan had seen it a thousand times before. Her parents were trying to keep their arm-waving and pointing to a minimum in front of so many people. Susan’s dad agreed to go along with the police to the station to clean up the rest of the mess so Susan wouldn’t have to be arrested or embarrassed. Susan’s mom looked at her and then glanced away at all the decorations to distract herself from the whole scenario.
In a bizarre moment, Susan’s mother commented that s he hoped the color they selected for the bridesmaid dresses would match Susan’s eyes like they had hoped from the earlier conversation. It was such a normal conversation, but nonsensical given the current situation. That’s all they were hoping for was a normal conversation. A normal day. A normal wedding between two upstanding families. All they got were a missing bride, a missing groom, and a bunch of questions.
At least during Susan’s junior prom Nina had been right there , so that when she went to go and shoplift the flower for her date, Nina put a stop to it and paid for it on the spot. They used to be able to spot Susan’s agitation coming on by a couple of minutes and deflect whatever she was going to do. Now it just erupted without warning and they would all lose a day trying to get her back in the car or out of the store, or away from whatever
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