In the Dog House. V.M. Burns
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What have you done to my mom?”
“Nothing,” Blue Eyes said. “I think she’s in shock.”
I shook my head but couldn’t stop laughing, no matter how hard I tried. Nevertheless, I pointed at the sofa.
Blue Eyes helped me to the sofa and I sat down.
Stephanie, normally so cool, calm, and collected, looked frazzled. Her eyes darted, and her skin looked pale. There was a slight tremor in her voice when she spoke, and her voice was a couple of octaves higher than normal. She was scared, and why wouldn’t she be? Two uniformed policemen were standing in the living room and her mom was hysterical. For an instant, she swayed as though she might fall, and Blue Eyes instinctively reached out for her. But Stephanie was tough. She waved off Blue Eyes and yelled, “Aunt Dixie!”
Dixie came into the room and, in pure Dixie-like fashion, quickly assessed the situation. After a moment, she walked to the sofa where I sat, still laughing uncontrollably, reached back, and slapped me hard across the face.
Whether due to the shock of being hit or the pain of the blow, it worked, and I stopped laughing.
“Put your head down between your legs.” Dixie didn’t bother waiting for compliance but pushed my head down so the blood rushed to my head. She held the back of my head down.
After a few moments, I swatted away her hand and sat up. “I’m okay.”
Stephanie collapsed onto the sofa next to me.
I wrapped my arms around my daughter and gave her a tight squeeze. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
The two officers stood awkwardly and watched for several seconds.
Dixie plopped down into a chair. “I wish someone would tell me what’s going on.”
Blue Eyes looked at her. “Are you a member of the fam—”
“Yes. This is my sister.”
Despite the stony façade, which hid all emotions, Blue Eyes raised one eyebrow and stared.
I held my ground and refused to allow his uplifted eyebrow to force me to confess I was lying about Dixie’s relationship.
Stephanie had recovered herself and put on her lawyer’s cap. “What can we do for you, officers?”
The officers exchanged a brief glance.
Whether by mental telepathy or prior consent, Blue Eyes took the lead. “We’re sorry to have to inform you that Albert Echosby was found dead this morning.”
“Dead? He can’t be dead. He was just here last night.” In my mind, I knew the two facts had no correlation, but my logic didn’t seem to be working very well at the moment.
Stephanie gasped and merely stared at the officers.
Dixie was the only one whose brain cells were firing on all cylinders. She asked the questions Stephanie and I were too stunned to ask. “How did it happen? Was it a heart attack?”
“Did he have a bad heart?” Redhead asked.
“Hell if I know.” Dixie turned to me.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. He never mentioned it, but I suppose he could have.” I looked at Stephanie.
She shook her head and whispered, “He never said.”
“Did you ask his tart…ah, I mean, his girlfriend?” Dixie asked.
The officers hadn’t missed her slip. I could tell by the quick glance they gave each other.
“How did he die?” Stephanie asked.
“He was shot,” Blue Eyes said. “I have to ask if you know of anyone who wanted to see your husband dead?”
The irony of the question didn’t escape me. “You mean, other than me?” I asked, with only the slightest bit of hysteria in my raised voice.
“Mom, don’t say anything else.” Stephanie stood up and squared her shoulders. “Officers, thank you for coming here to tell us about my father’s death.” She walked to the door. “However, unless you have a warrant, I’m going to ask you to leave and allow us to grieve in peace.”
The officers exchanged looks but then walked toward the door. Before Blue Eyes got to the door, he stopped at a bureau and made a point of looking at one of the red marinara/red wine stains on the carpet. He turned and looked at me.
I started to explain about the party, but Stephanie held up a hand for silence and opened the door wider. The redheaded officer left and Blue Eyes followed.
Before Stephanie could close the door, Blue Eyes stepped back toward the door and handed her a card. “We will need a statement from each of you, eventually. In the meantime, if you think of anything that will aid in finding the person who murdered Mr. Echosby, please call.”
Stephanie took the card but didn’t say a word.
After a hesitation, Blue Eyes walked out and Stephanie closed the door.
We sat in stunned silence for so long the sun set and the dogs came in search of the kibble provider.
Dixie got up and flipped on the lamp. “I’m going to take the dogs out, and then I’ll make something for you two to eat.”
Stephanie and I started to protest, but Dixie held up a hand. “You’re going to have to eat sooner or later, and cooking will give me something to do.” She attached leashes to all three dogs and left.
Stephanie and I sat for a few moments.
“I can’t believe he’s dead.” She shook her head.
I hugged her and she rested her head on my shoulder. “I know, dear. It’s such a shock.”
“I can’t imagine what Nonna Conti must be going through.” She turned to face me. “Do you think we should call?”
I thought for a few moments. “Maybe you should call. Find out if they need anything.”
Stephanie pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number.
I only heard one side of the conversation, which was even more limited because she wasn’t allowed to complete her sentences without interruption. After a few moments, she hung up and turned to me. The color had drained from her face. “She said, according to Bambi, they surprised a burglar and he shot Dad and took off.”
“I wonder why the police didn’t mention that.”
She shrugged. “According to Aunt Angela, Nonna Conti is hysterical. The doctor had to sedate her. All of the uncles are at the house.” Stephanie hesitated. “She wants me to come over.”
I noted the emphasis on the singular word. “But not me?”
Stephanie blushed.
“It’s okay, honey. It would be awkward if I was there, given the state of things,” I reassured her. “I think you should go. They may need you.”
Stephanie protested, but I convinced her that being confined in a house with my in-laws, whom I didn’t like under the best of circumstances, was the last thing I wanted. Eventually, she agreed and left to console the family.
I called my son, David, and gave him the bad news. At twenty-three, David was two years younger than Stephanie. From the time he was a small child, he’d dreamed of being an actor. When he graduated from high school, he moved to New York and enrolled in the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. Albert was dead-set against it, and he and David had many battles. I found myself in the middle, trying to keep the peace. Albert quoted statistic after statistic about the odds of making it as an actor. Nothing swayed David’s resolve and determination. In fact, I admired how determined he was to pursue his dream. In the end, Albert agreed to pay for college and two years’ living expenses for him to break into the business. David wasn’t really concerned