"Effie, darling," John says, turning to look at her.
"Ma'am, we just have a few questions..." says the officer. "If you could
tell us when all this began?"
John's looking at Effie and he can see it on her face, in her posture. They
can't be here. They can't be here.
"Could I come talk to you tomorrow, please?" he asks. "It's just that we
haven't even slept and it's been such a long night and day..."
He's perfectly calm, perfectly reasonable. A level head as Effie comes
apart and the police look from one to another to decide what to do. On one
hand they are trained a certain way to deal with domestic situations, but
these people are victims. Yes, she killed Andy and no one denies that. Yes,
they found plenty of evidence in his apartment to prove he had an obsession
with her. Really, John's request isn't much.
The female officer pulls out a business card to hand to John. "Call us when
you wake up," she says.
John takes it and says a silent prayer of thanks. But they don't leave.
They stand there as if waiting to be escorted to the door, both of them
looking at Effie in her pajamas and robe with her stringy wet hair hanging
down for them to see. As if they have the right to violate her like that.
no subject
"Effie, darling," John says, turning to look at her.
"Ma'am, we just have a few questions..." says the officer. "If you could tell us when all this began?"
John's looking at Effie and he can see it on her face, in her posture. They can't be here. They can't be here.
"Could I come talk to you tomorrow, please?" he asks. "It's just that we haven't even slept and it's been such a long night and day..."
He's perfectly calm, perfectly reasonable. A level head as Effie comes apart and the police look from one to another to decide what to do. On one hand they are trained a certain way to deal with domestic situations, but these people are victims. Yes, she killed Andy and no one denies that. Yes, they found plenty of evidence in his apartment to prove he had an obsession with her. Really, John's request isn't much.
The female officer pulls out a business card to hand to John. "Call us when you wake up," she says.
John takes it and says a silent prayer of thanks. But they don't leave. They stand there as if waiting to be escorted to the door, both of them looking at Effie in her pajamas and robe with her stringy wet hair hanging down for them to see. As if they have the right to violate her like that.