“At last…my love has come along…my lonely days are over…and life is like a song…”
Knock, knock. No answer.
“At last… the skies above are blue…”
“Mrs. Stevens? Mrs. Stevens, are you in there?” Silence.
“My heart was wrapped up in clover. . .the night I looked at you…”
“Should we go in, sir?” Deputy Samuels looked nervously at the sheriff.
“I suppose so…The music is pretty loud; maybe she can’t hear us.” Sheriff Carmichael proceeded cautiously through the unlocked door, his heart beating a mile a minute. Something just wasn't right.
“I found a dream… that I could speak to…”
“Ms. Stevens? Maria, are you o.k.? You have some very worried neighbors. . .”
“A dream that I could call my own…”
Sheriff Carmichael crept into the study where the music was blaring.
“Maria? I…” he could see her now, swinging slowly to the music. Her hair hung at her sides like strings of cooked spaghetti, and her lips were frozen into a grin. Blood dripped out of the corner of her mouth as she swayed to and fro from the ceiling.
“And here we are in heaven. . .for you are mine at last. . .”
“Oh, my god!” Deputy Samuels turned his head to avoid hurling.
“Call the coroner.” Sheriff Carmichael sat down on the leather rocking chair, leaned over to the table and turned off the music in silent contemplation. There was a shattered picture of the late Mr. Stevens on the floor.
The sheriff put his face into his hands and cried.