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The Chill of the Morning – part 3

Sorry I’m a little late with this post. Even though Hubby and I don’t have any children at home anymore, we contracted strip throat somehow. I barely have it, but Hubby is suffering. I had the post all ready to go for scheduling last night, and just forgot to do it. My guess is I was just sick enough to allow my brain to go on vacation.

Did you miss part one and/or two?

part one | part two

The Chill of the Morning - part 3

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The next morning I was walking to my car when I noticed that the same vehicle was still parked in Thomas’ driveway. Very strange to say the least. I went on to work filing what I saw in the back of my thoughts.

When I got back home in the late afternoon, the vehicle was gone. I was completely confused by that time and so much wanted to ask Vickie what was going on. However, I knew all too well that it wasn’t any of my business.

After changing into jeans and a sweatshirt, I sat down with a mug of coffee and read the newspaper. Halfway through the second article, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, there was Bob Turner. “Hi, Detective. What can I do for you?”

“If you don’t mind, can I come in and ask you a few more questions?”

“Sure. Of course.”

He looked frozen. I got him a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table.

“Did you see the Jeep parked at the Thomas house last night?” Bob asked before taking a swig of his coffee.

“Yes, I did. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing really. I was in my bedroom when I heard it. I looked out and there it was in their driveway. Did they rob the place again?” That was the only thing I could think of that could have happened.

“Ms. Croft, how close of friends are you to the Thomas’?”

“Vickie and I have coffee at each other’s house occasionally. I don’t really know Hugh. Why?”

“Do you know Vickie’s brother?”

“No, I didn’t know she had one.”

Turner took another swig before continuing. “The Jeep belongs to him. So you can’t vouch for him?”

“No. Like I said, I didn’t know that Vickie had a brother.”

“Just making sure,” Turner said. “I’ll get out of your hair now. Thank you for the coffee and the cooperation.”

When Turner left, I was more than a little mystified. Were the problems Vickie and Hugh worse than what Vickie hinted at? Did Vickie’s brother steal something from them? Does Vickie’s brother even own that Jeep? Am I coming to conclusions that don’t exist? My curiosity was sending my brain in all sorts of directions. I might just crash and burn.

The next morning I tiptoed on the cold cement of my front walk to retrieve the newspaper. After shutting the door behind me, I laid the paper out on the kitchen table with my coffee and toast. World crises were on the first and second pages. There on the third page was a picture of the Jeep parked in the Thomas’ driveway. I read the article underneath with bated breath.

The Thomas house had been robbed — by their nephew and his girlfriend. It still wasn’t known what their motive was, but both were waiting in jail for their hearing.

I had a theory as to how it all happened, which would explain the Jeep’s coming and goings. However, that’s all it is, a theory.

Moral to the story:

You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you can’t pick your relatives.



12 comments on “The Chill of the Morning – part 3

  1. suzjones

    Well I am so far behind on reading blog posts that it’s not even funny these days so only just seeing this one. I do hope you’re feeling much better now. 🙂


    • Glynis Jolly

      I’m better, thanks. 🙂 Sometimes life is way too full. Don’t feel obligated to read and comment on all I write. If it looks interesting, give it a peek. 😛

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Cat

    I like this story and what a moral… love it!


    • Glynis Jolly

      The moral isn’t mine. It’s a quote (unknown author) from the 1960s.

      So glad you liked the story. 🙂


      • Cat

        It fits well with your story. Hope you’re well 😉


  3. It was a great story. You just never know these days, do you. It pays to know your neighbors and all that is going on at times. Even so, I don’t think that would have matter much in this instance.


    • Glynis Jolly

      I know very little about my neighbors, which is the exact opposite of what I grew up with. I seemed to know what was going on in every house on my street block.


  4. Let's CUT the Crap!

    “You can pick your nose. But you can’t pick your relatives.”
    This had me killing myself laughing. A little humor is always good, but I wonder what the theory is? 😮


  5. Jacqui Murray

    Great story. That’s one of those circumstances where you wish you’d been a better neighbor, but know there’s no way you could have known it was necessary.


    • Glynis Jolly

      My next-door neighbor was having some problems (not marriage ones though). Although Hubby and I couldn’t really do anything to relief things, they did have us to talk to. We had been through similar times so I think we helped them stay calm through it.

      Glad you liked the story, Jacqui. I didn’t feel so frantic about this one.


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