Like all classic “Who Done It’s”, this one began on a non-descript Saturday evening. There had been a warm breeze blowing all that day and the smell of imminent rain was now lingering in the evening air. The murmurs of children could be heard in the dark night as they chased lightning bugs oblivious to the foretelling rumblings of thunder. And the adults were comfortably sitting around the back yard listening to classic 80’s music, enjoying the company of friends while debating whether the rain would wash out the fireworks show. It was a simple Fourth of July cookout that became – – – not so simple.
One of my favorite things to do is to have people over to the house. I love to entertain from late April to mid-October. The rest of the time –“we are closed!” Reason being, its too cold during those remaining months to tell my invited guests that they are not welcome inside my home. But during the warmer months I can get away with it, without them catching on that my OCD prevents me from having dirty people, with their dirty little children milling around my squeaky clean home. In fact, the thought of actually locking the doors and getting a permanent port-a-potty for my parties has seriously crossed my mind. But I digress…
go site The party had been in full swing for about six hours, some guests had come and gone and those that remained were the ones who were staying put for the rest of the evening. The conversation was centered around the unfortunate death of a local celebrity and everyone outside was engrossed in the conversation.
Thoughts raced through my mind, had someone used a glass without a coaster, were there chocolate fingerprints on my crème colored walls or worse yet …had small child secreted a bag of Doritos upstairs!
“There are muddy shoe prints all across your white rug!”
Who could have done it? What adult male would walk all the way across my living room floor with mud on his shoes just so he could turn the television on and watch NASCAR?
And seconds later, the wife of the culprit couldn’t cover for him any longer and Becky blurted out “Oh God – Jay did it!”
The look on Jay’s face was priceless. Eleven years of marriage and in that time they had built a wonderful home together and raised two beautiful boys and in two seconds flat she had sold him out!
He tried to run. But the mob caught him and stoned him. Jay is now dead.
Ok. Not really – but in my mind – that is how this mystery should have ended!