Well, I was a little curious that the door was locked when I came into work this morning. Carol always came in early on Saturdays to try on any new dresses that Ms.
Devereux would have shipped in during the week. So I had this feeling when I was opening the door that everything was not right. And I was dead-on straight about that!I don't remember looking into the
door, no. Not before I opened it. I think I was just concentrating on the lock and thinking what might have happened to Carol. I mean, I don't remember ever, ever having to unlock the door on Saturdays.
When I opened the door, I almost got sick to my stomach. The smell was awful! Terrible! Wait, boy, I can still smell it when I think about it. Then I was able to see what had happened. My first thought was
that Carol was drinking again, and I was just really upset and mad! Carol hasn't had a drink for a long time, and I just knew that something had happened and she had done all that in there. I knew it had to
be Yo-Yo that made her do this. He seems nice, but I just know his type!
[Note: Wren was asked to slow down and take a deep breath and back up to the scene of the crime]
Ok. When I opened the door, the
smell hit me really bad. It smelled like a whore on Bourbon Street. Ever been to New Orleans? Well, Bourbon Street, early in the morning, smells like every outhouse in the U.S. decided to dump there. And
like vomit. And the perfume! Oh! I didn't realize that all that lovely perfume could smell so bad when mixed together like that. I think every single bottle was broken. See? I even cut my finger here when I
went for the phone. The glass was everywhere!
Poor Carol. She was in the most awful position there on the floor. I picked up the dress that was laying there beside her and realized that the dress was
probably used to, uh, hurt her. I mean, you could look at her neck and realize this. The dye just came right off. All over her neck. No wonder they get dry-cleaned. The dresses, I mean. If you wore them in
the rain, the color would probably wash right out.
Carol's head looked funny, too. I was always so jealous of her neck. Of her in general, really. She was so pretty. Tall. Long neck. Well, you can see I'm
a hobbit in a way. Ha!
Her neck? Well, the dye was all over it, like she was sweaty and it rubbed off all over her neck. And her head was just funny. That's all. I don't know why I thought that.
It was
then that I realized that someone might still be in the shop. Boy, I really got scared! That's when I called 911. That's when I cut my finger. I'm so glad you guys all got here so quick. Boy, am I glad.
Do
you know who might have done this? I mean, I could think of one, maybe two people. She had an affair one time with this married guy. He might still be around. Boy, what if his wife knew? That's a thought.
I can't think of anything else right now. Do you know if I can get treatment for this ankle? It really hurts. All the pantyhose in there are tied up in these knots, and I tripped on one and hurt this ankle.
See? Boy, it's swollen, isn't it?
[Note: Wren was taken into the ambulance and treated for the swollen ankle. Will file report on treatment.]
