KEEP THE STUBS

I don’t know what he told you, but I was in my bed early that night and did not stir until the morning. I was out cold. Pitch black. Adios. And to think you suspect me of…of…? Exactly what is it that I am accused of? I have a right to know, you know. Did you think I was involved in her disappearance? If you do, you are sadly mistaken…sadly mistaken. And during the day, I went to the city on a mini-outing, just me and my notepads. Visited the museum…Art…had splendid time strolling, and sketching. Admired the Bolognese most of all. Such a magnificent mad man…so improbable. Enjoyed an early dinner and made my way home. My mind wanders, but back on point, I was well occupied and can prove it. I keep ticket stubs, it’s a foible, but they will backup what I say. But as for the night? I have no collaboration, as I was asleep…alone…in my bed…after a long day. 

But back-up to point from whence we commenced – What is it I did ? What are you accusing me of ? And don’t say that I killed someone. I didn’t kill nobody. NO – BODY ! See? So I’m going to “walk”. I’m going to walk out that door and go…where I please. 

Besides, she was a nuisance. Nothing more. I ignored her the best I could. I didn’t even hear she’d gone missing until this very morning. She meant nothing…and please don’t take that the wrong way, of course she meant something, to someone, it’s just that she didn’t mean much to me. She had a mouth on her, she did, and I tried, but she was vulgar to the core, so I distanced myself rather quickly. Best maintain your space. But we had some chats….chats that didn’t lead to anything, mind you. I was hoping to provide her counsel, but I failed…miserably. Which was reason enough to keep to myself, seeking isolation…from…the humiliation…the verbal castration. I did it. I admit it. Can I go home now? 

V