Mitch briefly after the coroner had removed their bodies. I couldn’t keep ignoring Chass so I finally answered. She sounded sad and defeated that I was so short with her during our conversation. I needed time away from her, we needed time away from each other, all I could think was how she should feel relieved that dad was dead since he had killed her dad. Something just hadn’t felt right since I had gotten back from Boone, something was wrong and I didn’t know what I couldn’t put my finger on the problem between Chass and me. So I decided to do the chicken shit thing and ignore her, I couldn’t fight with her right now. When she mentioned that she wanted to come spend time with me after she got back from a football game in Texas I knew that our problem was me…I don’t trust her any more than she trusts me. I loved her but she deserves to be with somebody that can trust her and make her happy in life instead of constantly upsetting her.
I had called the college to let them know what had happened, and told them I wasn’t going to be coming back for at least a month. They were very understanding and the professors said that if I could do some of the assignments online I would be able to maintain a good grade average. My uncles agreed that dad would be cremated and buried out at the family farm away from mom. We had a nice service for her, watching Marvin’s heart break was horrible, he truly loved her and his time was cut short because of Nathan. The anger that I harbored inside of me because of this was getting to be more than I could control. A couple of days after mom’s funeral Jerod’s dad gave him a ride back to the campus, I wasn’t ready to go back yet. First thing Jason and I did was withdraw all the money from the bank account that dad had told me about in the letter, we paid for his funeral expense and paid for moms.
Marvin told us there was no way he could continue living in the house, “I’d love to burn it down but I don’t think they would like that too much.” He told Jason and I one evening as we sat the motel room drinking a beer. Marvin would stare off into a blank stare, then his eyes would flood with tears, white knuckles from his grip being so tight on the beer in his hand. “That son of a bitch had to have known I was going to be out of town, he had to have known…I would have shot him in the god damn head had he tried to talk to her. It took me a long time to get her to trust me and love me because of that asshole. (He shook his head) I just can’t believe this, my first wife cheats on me with my best friend, my second wife that I love with all my heart is murdered by her psychotic ex-husband.” He said and started sobbing. After a few minutes he wiped at his eyes, “I’m selling the house, I can’t live there, I just can’t. You guys understand don’t you?” He asked. Jason and I both nodded.
One week later we had the house cleaned out, repainted all the walls and put it on the market. Marvin moved into his old apartment and took a month off of work to get all of mom’s life insurance paper work taken care of, and he said he just needed time to be alone. Jason went back to Ohio and back to work about a month after we buried mom.
I went to the bank one day to see how much money dad had deposited for Chase, the clerk punched in his account number then handed me a slip of paper with the about written on it, $7286.22. “Sir it’s also noted here that he has a safety deposit box. Only Jet and Jason Crow can access it.” The clerk told me then asked if I wanted to go look through it. I handed her my ID and told her yes. When she took me into the vault where they kept the safety deposit box’s I wasn’t expecting to find what I did. The clerk pulled the shoe box sized box out of the safe, handed me the key and left. I opened the box, there was a key to his house with a note “ Please go to my house and get
I had called the college to let them know what had happened, and told them I wasn’t going to be coming back for at least a month. They were very understanding and the professors said that if I could do some of the assignments online I would be able to maintain a good grade average. My uncles agreed that dad would be cremated and buried out at the family farm away from mom. We had a nice service for her, watching Marvin’s heart break was horrible, he truly loved her and his time was cut short because of Nathan. The anger that I harbored inside of me because of this was getting to be more than I could control. A couple of days after mom’s funeral Jerod’s dad gave him a ride back to the campus, I wasn’t ready to go back yet. First thing Jason and I did was withdraw all the money from the bank account that dad had told me about in the letter, we paid for his funeral expense and paid for moms.
Marvin told us there was no way he could continue living in the house, “I’d love to burn it down but I don’t think they would like that too much.” He told Jason and I one evening as we sat the motel room drinking a beer. Marvin would stare off into a blank stare, then his eyes would flood with tears, white knuckles from his grip being so tight on the beer in his hand. “That son of a bitch had to have known I was going to be out of town, he had to have known…I would have shot him in the god damn head had he tried to talk to her. It took me a long time to get her to trust me and love me because of that asshole. (He shook his head) I just can’t believe this, my first wife cheats on me with my best friend, my second wife that I love with all my heart is murdered by her psychotic ex-husband.” He said and started sobbing. After a few minutes he wiped at his eyes, “I’m selling the house, I can’t live there, I just can’t. You guys understand don’t you?” He asked. Jason and I both nodded.
One week later we had the house cleaned out, repainted all the walls and put it on the market. Marvin moved into his old apartment and took a month off of work to get all of mom’s life insurance paper work taken care of, and he said he just needed time to be alone. Jason went back to Ohio and back to work about a month after we buried mom.
I went to the bank one day to see how much money dad had deposited for Chase, the clerk punched in his account number then handed me a slip of paper with the about written on it, $7286.22. “Sir it’s also noted here that he has a safety deposit box. Only Jet and Jason Crow can access it.” The clerk told me then asked if I wanted to go look through it. I handed her my ID and told her yes. When she took me into the vault where they kept the safety deposit box’s I wasn’t expecting to find what I did. The clerk pulled the shoe box sized box out of the safe, handed me the key and left. I opened the box, there was a key to his house with a note “ Please go to my house and get
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