It was so dark in this part of the cave. The stench of rotting bodies and the sound of broken shapeless hulks crying out to an unhearing God in a hate... tongue of the devil assaulted her brain with waves of revulsion. She was sweating now and twisting in odd gyrations to get away from the terrible thing she knew was getting closer but couldn't see. She could smell her own fear knowing that the end was near. She embraced it and shut her eyes tighter waiting for the final blow."Wake up, Miss Amy,. I had seen it more than once. ‘Oh, yes,’ David said with a nod. ‘Not that that cretin in the DA’s office believed me.’ He looked at Gretchen and took her hand. ‘That woman your father married after your mother died. She killed your mother. I know it wasn’t suicide. I’ve known it all these years, but I just could never do what needed to be done. Not, till that night.’ Tears streamed down Gretchen’s stricken face. ‘I don’t believe you. You’re lying to try and protect me. You couldn’t hurt a fly. Wynn understood the signal and proceeded to remove all of Ms. Red’s body paint. She in turn soaped and rubbed Wynn. They played at the cleaning until all the red was gone, front to back and top to bottom. Removing her cap, Ms. Red exhibited dark black shoulder length waves of hair. Ms. Red stepped aside and Ms. White stepped into Wynn’s body wash arena. Wynn took some initiative and held his hand out to Janice who deposited another dollop of soap. Wynn needed no further invitation and enjoyed a. ..I remember that day clearly. Dad was away on another one of his business trips. Though I did not know it then, the relationship between my parents was almost over. I wished I hadn’t come home from school early that day. I wished I had stayed back with my friends for a little while longer, but I was eager to get back home and play video games. I wished, I hadn’t walked in on our black neighbor in the middle of our living room, his pants pulled down his waist, with my mom on her knees, her eyes.