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I have never written a murder mystery before! LOL But I know about being human. When Agatha Christy wrote she kept the complex simple. I hope to do that. Or so it seemed. So here is part two.

Feeling numb, unable to think clearly, what now?

Anna sat there feeling numb. Her parents had been home, their surprise that she was there help shield her, and gave her mind other things to think about. She needed to push away the image of Randy’s body. She had to push away old feelings and memories. All the while trying to be normal. Questions kept coming up. The kids had tried to call him and of course he did not answer. Was it wrong to do what she did? How could she have let the kids go in and risk seeing Randy. What if she called the police now? But that would become this whole thing where her knowing he was dead would be questioned. Life would become hell again. Had it not been hell enough?

Randy had been nice in the early days. He had seemed to be a loving caring person despite never saying “I love you!” Instead he said, “Me, too!” What was that anyway? To never say I love you, and only me too when she made the effort to say I love you to him. It had become an effort because she felt Randy should be able to say he loved her. She had put in some much effort into being a good partner. She was someone who always tried to understand others.

Randy worked hard and was responsible. She had believed this. He just did not communicate his feelings well. He approach had been to show Randy love and compassion. Perhaps he would come to believe in her and trust in her to let his feelings show. It felt like he never would after years of trying she had given up. He notice her not making effort all the while not making efforts on his own to make her feel loved and wanted. This was not a marriage. She was just taking care of their home, the kids. It made it look like a family. It was not until she had her first child that she understood what loving someone was about, and that baby seemed to love back. She fell deeply in love with her children, and all her time was about them and how to make them feel loved and wanted. “I love who you are! She told each of them. They became her entire world! Life was like being on an island. Randy was seldom home. He just showed up for meals, and to go to bed. He was a farmer working the family farm.

What was hard to understand was his need to control her. Randy became verbally abusive, and physically threatening. This was not what she wanted for her children to live with. One day he had grabbed her and this had left the imprint of his fingers on her skin he had sqooze her that hard. Both arms were purple, dark blue and yellow. She covered them up so the kids would not see them, so her parents if they should ever come would not see them. In hind sight she had wished she had let them see them, Randy too did not see them as he should have. The kids did not see them. This protected and hid what had been done. Everyone else seem to think of him as this wonderful person. And she was just this odd person or something!

When she did tell her parents and tried to leave she was told there was no room in their home. The thing was she was asking for a couple rooms in the big house, they lived in a trailer in the yard. All her life the aunts and uncles had come when life was tough, and they had given them the rooms in the big old house so they could live life, be safe while they figured life out. But no! Not her with her three babies. How could they! But they did! She went to her brothers home next. It was the same. “It takes two to tango, I love Randy like a brother!” There was no one to help her with her kids. She was alone. She would have to return to Randy to give the kids a home. If he wanted to make it work he would need to go to counseling! She did not want to sleep with him, this was for the kids sake. She did not want to sleep with him because of what he had done to her! Something no one does to someone they love.

Why should she care about if he was dead. She would not have to endure him anymore. The kids did not feel as she did they did not know her reality. Her parents did! But they were no one to trust in. Her father___ he had a son now that bent over backwards to help him, they were as best friends. Her father was not someone supporting his daughter. Randy cut wood for her father, lent money, helped him do things. Randy looked good because he helped them.

Her father had been someone who had banged her head off the door, and who had not allowed her to be in her own bedroom until it was bed time. He had told her he could make her stay there after she was eighteen. Her mother? She may have listened but did not feel like she was there for her.

Anna thought I need to be all I can be and work my way out of this! I need to drive for one thing. So she pushed when she dared to learn how to drive and have a car. Randy had wanted her to do as she was, cooking, cleaning, take care of the house. He would be angry with her for walking down to her neighbors and spending time. If he came home he wanted her there! He could have taken a key, all she did was cook, there was food to be had if he was hungry. “I don’t want to carry a key around! It would get lost!” and he would not hear anymore. He would say what he wanted to say and the leave! Leave her behind feeling unloved, unwanted, alone and lonely. This was not a marriage.

And there she was at their table with her kids, knowing Randy was dead at the bottom of the stairs. It was now 8:30 pm. The phone rang and her father went to answer it. “No! I have not heard from Randy.” He was saying, and the kids looked anxious. She felt sick to her stomach. “He must have gone somewhere with someone! Call him later! Yes! The kids are with their mother! We are eating supper.”

Pejj Nunes 3/24/2026