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In 2013 I started a blog. Created via weebly, the blog features my thoughts and opinions about a diverse amount of topics. I do love blogging, but one blog wasn't enough. I had to spread the love so I started a second dedicated to restaurant food reviews! By clicking the picture to the left you'll be taken Accurately Me. My blog via Blogher deals primarily with all things women. ENJOY!!

So, not only am I a writer I rediscovered that I'm also a gambler. Sat by and watched my cousin hit 2000 on the Wheel Of Fortune slots yesterday. Was extremely happy for her until my coins started dissapearing....needless to say I grew salty. Still happy for her but a girl would've loved to have hit that BIG MONEY.

At the last Long Island Pitchapalooza held at Book Revue in Huntington, I had the pleasure of pitching my book. It was an awe inspiring experience that helped me attack my fear of speaking in public. In addition, it was the catalyst that enabled me to finish my book. Today, i'm working on my book proposal with the hopes of being published at some point. If you would like to read the article, click on the picture. PS...that's my hand in the top left corner of the cover, right under the words LI life :-)

Family Forever

THROWBACK BLOG POST

2008

We all have a year or years that we look back on fondly or even with sadness. We have years that we may consider a transformational year or a year that was pivotal to the person we are today. 2008, was that year for me. When I sit back and reminisce with my family or my friends or simply sit with myself and think I inevitably go back to that year. It was a year that began simple enough, but by the end was one I couldn't wait to be over. Today, 5 years later I realize that 2008 helped shaped the person I am today.

My earliest memory of that year is sitting in the dining room eating and playing cards with my aunt, uncle, cousins and grandmother Blanche. The Superbowl was on and the Giants were playing the patriots. They won that day and it was one of the most exciting games I had watched in quite some time. From heartstopping plays by David Tyree and Plaxico Burress to Eli Manning and that defensive line we were all in. We started that year off as a family who loved playing and watching games and being around one another and ended with a quick and sudden reminder of how blessed we were to like each other and get along.

Throughout the year, we would continue to willingly spend time together. That summer we got together and gave my aunt a 50th surprise party at my best friends house. Everyone invited didn’t show up but the ones that did brought a smile across my aunts face that I had never seen before. It was a great day of family and friends and another memory from 2008 that I reflect on and think about often.

That same year I ended a friendship with one of my closest friends. In hindsight, I believe that I was in a rough place emotionally. I was working at a job I hated and ultimately got laid off. Forced in a lot of ways to live with my best friend I took on a frustrated and angry persona that spilled over into many of my relationships including one with my friend. I said things to her that were out of my character. In fact, my relationships with many of my friends began to falter leading up to that year and by the time 2008 hit I was down to a handful. It’s funny because at the end of the day “I’d rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies”.

Living with my best friend and her husband was unique. I was grateful to have a roof over my head but I was met with resistance. Resistance that I mostly put on myself. For the three years that I had lived there, I constantly questioned whether I was getting in the way, helping out enough and overstaying my welcome. I was driving myself crazy and over thinking everything. By 2008, I had become damn near depressed. My heart was still recovering from my broken engagement, I was unemployed, no longer friends with one my closest friends and constantly feeling inadequate.

By the end of the summer, things began to shift. I had 8 interviews with a company that ultimately ended up with me being hired as a Field Sales Consultant for Henry Schein. Once I was hired in September I was to complete a 3 week training session in Wisconsin. Those three weeks as brutal and homesick as I was gave me a lot of time to think. I realized that it was time for me to set some goals including finding my own place. And I did. By November 1st I was moved out of my best friends home and firmly implanted in my own home near my family and close to the water. I felt so great. I felt renewed.

Two weeks later, my grandmother died. My heart, the center of my family suddenly gone was the second most devastating loss in my life. I think about her everyday and sometimes question God as to why then, why at all. When she died I truly felt that my family would dissipate. She was the glue and I couldn’t imagine life would be the same without her. It definitely wasn’t the same, but her death showed me that yes she was the center piece that held us together. Yes, she may not be here in the physical presence but she remains that center that keeps us together. Planning her funeral, my family came together. There were no arguments over money, over her possessions or over her house. Everyone came into agreement and to this day, I admire my aunt and uncles and I know that she left us but we are still us.

2008, saw many highs and lows and ups and downs. That year showed me that I could stand on my own. That year showed me that because I was laid off didn’t mean I wouldn’t bounce back. That year tested my friendship with my best friend. That year made me realize just how much I love my family in good times and in bad. That year showed me that life is about growth it’s about learning, it’s about loving and it’s about being able to reflect on the things that make you better and figuring out a way to spread that knowledge to others in grand and simple ways. Five years ago I was a different person. To get to this side I had to experience deep loss, high gains and an overwhelming feeling of love. 2008 was my year.

Even when I'm sad and feel like nothing can help, praying at my favorite spot brings me up. What, where and/or who gets you through?

We've been through a lot, and yet here we stand. I love my mother and I'm so blessed to be able to look back on our history and know what perseverance, resilience, patience and love is.
Grateful!!!

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I wrote this back on 8/5/13, what a difference two years makes. YANKEES

Sitting here watching the Yankees lose to Chicage 0-7 and decided to write the following blog entry....THE MOST HATED MAN IN AMERICA!

No, not Anthony Weiner the guy who exposed his errr umm weiner. No, not that guy Paul Marquez who tried to sell his girlfriends daughter on Craigslist. No, not Darnell Barden who unleashed his pitbull on other dogs in a neighborhood park urging him to attack. No, not Athanasios (Tommy) Kakouras who held his girlfriend and father hostage. Nope, I’m talking about Alex Rodriguez aka A-Rod folks. You’ve heard of him right? The guy who in 2009 admitted to using steroids. The guy who just today got suspended 211 games for again doping. The guy who it seems everyone in New York and probably the country despises. The guy who has not said whether or not the allegations against him were true but vowed to appeal his sentence. The guy who tonight suited up for the Yankees for the first time in almost a year. The seemingly most hated person in New York.

What is it about our society that allows us to throw such intense feelings of disgust on someone? Someone we don’t know? Someone who yeah cheated in the past and probably cheated again but didn’t kill anyone? Someone who didn’t hold people hostage? Someone who didn’t order his animal to attack another? Someone who for all intents and purposes was a bonehead who because of his insecurity, narcissism and ego made the choice to thumb his nose at MLB, the Yankee organization, his teammates and his fans? Why do we constantly sit in judgment and scrutinize the actions and/or lack thereof that our sports leaders exhibit?

My timeline on my social medial accounts were inundated with comment after comment about the character of A-Rod. Comments, that it would seem stemmed more from media information rather than facts. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not here trying to defend the man. If he did indeed use steroids again and attempt to destroy evidence linking him to Biogenesis of America then he deserves the ban handed down by MLB. Like any company including the one I work for and the one you may work for, when you choose to go against the rules set forth by your organization, you have to suffer the consequences. Does this mean you should be left to suffer a slow and painful attack with the end result leading you to a life filled with hateful jargon, ridicule and the inability to walk the streets? I would hate to think that along with losing my job, I would lose my ability to not be judged by any and everyone I would hate to think that people would hit below the belt and say I’m ugly inside and out, that when I try to apologize I sound insincere (especially by those who don’t know me). I would hate to read tweets criticizing everything about me that had nothing to do with the issue that got me fired and fined.

A-Rod, is appealing his sentence and will find out the ultimate decision in arbitration. He’s not going to jail. The FBI isn’t going to put him on America’s Most Wanted. He violated baseball rules and he will deal with whatever the league and lawyers deem the most acceptable resolution. When that happens I’m sure ESPN analysts, Yes Network analysts, Fox Sports analysts, Newspaper columnists, fans of the sport and people who just like to talk, will have a lot to say about A-Rod. Will it be about what he did, or will it be about him and his character? Probably the latter. Whatever the case is, the fact remains that his judge and jury are not us. His judge and jury will be the person (s) who make the decision in arbitration. End of story. How about we focus all of this negative energy on people who actually made choices that resulted in the death of our children, the safety of our neighbors and the welfare of our communities? Do we really want to make Alex Rodriguez the posterboy for the most hated man in New York?

Anyone that follows me on social media knows that I love to share my blog posts. I once tweeted about the OWN networks' show "The Haves and the Have Nots". My review of the series wasn't very complimentary, but it caught the eye of Oprah who tweeted me. Pretty awesome moment for me
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In 2018, I started a podcast entitled Yep Yeah Yes, with my friend Marisa. We decided hey our conversations are what the kids call...lit lol so lets record them for the world to hear. Never did I think that I'd end up being so vulnerable and open with my feelings and thoughts. So far we've touched on everything from the METOO movement to Infertility Awareness, to Political Correctness and the NFL. Yes....damn near everything. Go to the link section to learn more.

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So I know Women's History Month is about recognizing the accomplishments of women in the U.S. But, I've always been a bit unconventional and so this month on every Friday, I will recognize a woman I personally know and share a little bit about what she means to me and why i'm recognizing her.

First up of course has to be my mother.
Debra Elaine Wideman is the most resilient woman I know. She is strong willed and determined. She is compassionate and loving. She is caring and giving. She is passionate about her faith and has dedicated her live to serving God.

Growing up, I didn't really appreciate my mother for who she was. I didn't understand the choices she made. It wasn't until years later after several open and honest conversations that I realized that surviving was the most powerful trait she knew how to grasp. My mom in the midst of trauma was able to succeed in business, raise her daughter as a single mom, remain committed to her church and focus whatever energy she had left trying to keep her head above water emotionally, mentally and financially. I didn't see it then but damn, my mom was amazing and remains so today. From constantly having to pay for all of my medical bills, dealing with an abusive partner and trying to manage the pressures of a demanding job, it boggles my mind to know that she didn't falter, cave and succumb to the evils that many unfortunately do.

Sitting on the other side of those days bring me so much joy. Traveling with my mom, working at the same company as my mom, talking to my mom everyday, and just having a true friendship with my mom is something I never imagined. She is an all star, the epitome of greatness and I feel so incredibly blessed to be able to say she's my mom.

So on this first Friday of Women's History month i'm choosing to recognize Debra Elaine Wideman, a former VP at Citibank and the VIP of my life.

Check out the short story I wrote for a contest I didn't win.

THE BRIDE WORE RED

Sandy Beechts routine was always the same on the days she didn’t feel like working. Instead of driving around to restaurants trying to sell insurance, she made her way to the neighborhood 7-11. Lukewarm breakfast blend coffee in her right hand and a bag of Doritos in the left she swiped her credit card in the machine to pay. Walking to the car she was filled with feelings of anxiety, angst and weariness, she drove the half mile or so to the beach. Parking in handicap because it had the best view of the water, Sandy pulled the blue parking tag out from under the visor. As she reclined her chair, Sandy thought about how long she would stay that day.

There were only two other cars parked in the lot when she drove up. It wasn’t exactly a beach day but Sandy didn’t care. Every week throughout the year she spent 2-3 days there. Never leaving her car, sipping on coffee and eating junk food somehow brought Sandy pleasure. That day although overcast was no different. It was a bit humid but Sandy decided not to roll down her windows because the slight breeze that made its way into the car seemed to chill her. Sitting there sipping her coffee and chomping on Doritos at 9am in the morning suited Sandy well. It was her slice of heaven and her way to escape her life.

That morning was typical, with the boats bobbing slowly up and down in the marina. People were driving in and out of the lot for brief moments to simply to stare at the beauty and the wonder of the water. Like Sandy there were those that spent the whole time in the car simply sitting still and taking in the atmosphere. Sandy would listen to talk radio and sometimes even the sports stations. For her it felt like the only form of interesting, communication she would have even if it was one sided. Completely cut off from physical interaction, in her own self created bubble Sandy would sit in the parking lot for hours. Watching people come and go, during their breakfast, lunch and even dinner breaks Sandy would sit. Her thoughts often fell on the loves past and present

As the day dragged on Sandy thought about cutting the day short and driving over to McDonalds to grab a burger for lunch but immediately canceled her thoughts when two limousines and a Rolls Royce pulled up. Wedding party photo time she thought. As a group of about 20 piled out of the three vehicles, Sandy straightened up her seat in full upright position to get a better view. Thankfully, her handicap spot was a prime location for her to see the photo session. Pictures were first taken of the women, then of the men. When the bride was hoisted onto one of the picnic tables for her solo shoot, Sandy couldn’t help but admire her dress. V-neck and strapless, the dress was sleek and fit the bride like a glove. The bride posed like she knew it too. Stretched across a red tablecloth that adorned the picnic table, the bride started to resemble Madonna flailing around the stage at the MTV music awards. It was awkward to watch but impossible to take your eyes off of. It was a beauty to behold for sure.

Arms crossed and staring in disgust at the show before him stood what appeared to be the groom. Sandy couldn’t hear what was being said but by the gestures and demeanor, she could ascertain that he was letting her know that she should show some sort of decorum. Whispering and giggling were the bridal party. The scene that was unfolding didn’t resemble any sort of happy beginning in Sandy’s opinion. On the contrary, it looked like a couple who were embarking on a journey that had two different paths. To make matters worse the bridal party seemed to be relishing in the thought of an impending disaster. Sandy thought to herself that what was unfolding was better than this week’s General Hospital episodes.

Once the brides’ solo session had died down, seemingly so did the grooms desire to take photos with her. Grabbing his face and then hands in a begging motion, the bride wore down his defenses and he was soon holding her, smiling and taking pictures with his bride. The bridal party began to disperse throughout the beach to catch glimpses of the boats, water and houses that lined the edges of the waterway. When the shot rang out, everyone including Sandy looked around. It sort of sounded like someone’s car backfiring. That thought must have crossed many minds because nobody ran to the sound of the shot. But once focus was restored all eyes fell on the location of the photo shoot. There laying limp in the arms of the groom was the bride.

As the bridal party began to quickly make there was back to the bride and groom, foot tracks formed from all angles of the beach. The mugginess of the day had allowed foot prints to stand in time. Men and women running with shoes in hand and trepidation written across their faces weren’t thinking about the possibility of more shootings. The goal was to see what was going on. Sandy, stayed in her car and watched in horror as the groom placed his bride across the red tablecloth. Fumbling with her phone, Sandy dialed 911 but her phone kept relaying that the call failed. She felt bad but figured someone else would surely get a hold of the first responders. As groups of people began to form around the scene, Sandy could no longer see the bride and groom and all that was happening so she decided to join the chaos. Slowly walking over while taking in her surroundings, Sandy could see the grooms tear streaked face and horse voice, begging for his bride to hold on. As the bridal party comforted one another, the photographer felt it was the perfect time to sneak in a few shots of the scene unbeknownst to the crowd.

In the distance, the sound of the ambulances and patrol cars could be heard drawing near. In that moment Sandy felt relief knowing that someone had made contact. Others who had happened to stop by the beach were all huddled up and discussing different scenarios as to what may have happened. Stories about a sniper, a jealous lover, a deranged mental patient and the like were whispered throughout. Sandy seriously doubted it but never shared her thoughts. Once the police arrived, they made sure to block the car entrance as well as the pedestrian entrances. Taking down the statements of all who were present, the police then informed them that they were not permitted to leave the parking lot just yet. Most of the bridal party went back to the limo to wait it out. Sandy too went back to her vehicle choosing the solace of her passenger seat.

The area of the shooting had been cleared out except for the bride, groom, EMT workers and a couple of policemen. The wedding gown was stained red throughout and laid on the tablecloth as if it were part of a set. The brides’ naked body visible to any within close proximity was limp and lifeless. Sandy soaked in all of the happenings completely forgetting the hunger pangs that had hit her two hours prior. The EMT workers carefully placed the bride onto the gurney as the groom stood there covering his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other. Raising the sheet over the presumably dead woman’s body, the EMT worker was the only person who seemed to be moving at all and in quite a robotic manner. The other first responders just stood there watching the scene unfold in front of them, much the way Sandy did from the solace of her car.

Within seconds of being lifted into the ambulance, the groom was surrounded by his groomsmen who held him up and provided the support he clearly needed. Throughout the parking lot law enforcement personnel spoke with the possible witnesses, releasing them one by one once the questioning was completed. Sandy continued to sit in her car. Wow, that just happened she thought. Still in a daze and guessing about what others were thinking, Sandy was startled by a knock at her window door. Asking her to vacate the premises of her vehicle, two police officers began searching Sandy’s car. Standing there watching, Sandy noticed the onlookers begin to point their eyes in her direction. Suddenly feeling nervous as if she were experiencing stage fright, she began to shiver. Her actions didn’t go unnoticed by the other officers. Questioning her again about what had happened the look they gave her was accusatory and presumptive. She felt guilty.

Finding nothing in Sandy’s car or on her person the officers had no choice but to let her go. They took down her information and let her leave the beach parking lot but instructed her to remain available during the investigation. The quick drive to her apartment seemed to take longer than ever. Why didn’t she just go to work? Why did she have to choose to blow off the job yet again? All she kept thinking was that no matter the consequences, death really should never be an option. How stupid she kept mumbling to herself. Sandy pulled up in front of her apartment and the realization that her day wasn’t over became even clearer.

Stepping out of the car with her work bag in hand Sandy noticed her ex boyfriends’ car in front of her house. Smirking she giggled to herself and in a hushed tone spoke “ex boyfriend huh...more like ex fuck buddy”. She noticed he wasn’t sitting in the car so, she assumed he used her hidden key and let himself in. Opening the door to her apartment she listened for him but heard nothing. Deciding to call out his name, he responded quickly and came from around the bend. Apparently he had made himself comfortable in the kitchen. Rushing to her side he immediately asked her where she had been. He claimed to have been calling and texting her for the past hour. She knew he was calling but like all of the other times, she ignored him and figured she’d deal with him later. She asked him why the hell he was so determined to get in touch with her. He responded that it had been a rough day.

Making her way into the kitchen, Sandy noticed a gun on the counter next to the sink. Turning around she faced her ex and just stared at him while pointing in the direction of the gun. All he did was gnaw at his nails in a nervous attempt to calm himself down. Finally finding the voice to speak, Sandy asked him why there was a gun on her counter. He didn’t say anything but just stood. Finally he said he had nowhere else to go, and explained that Sandy’s was the first place he felt he could run to. Staring at him, chewing her lip and scratching the top part of her hand Sandy needed more information.

All sorts of thoughts ran through Sandy’s head. She couldn’t stop thinking about how hot he looked in that moment. With his finger worn hair, sweat at his temples, button down crisp white shirt halfway tucked into the jeans that slightly fell over his boat shoes, Sandy remembered the reason for her initial attraction. Shaking her head and forcing herself to concentrate she told him she was calling the cops. Reaching into her work bag, she started to retrieve her phone when he grabbed her by the wrist and begged her not to. Choosing not to speak she simply looked at him with her knowing eyes as if to ask him why. He understood and asked if he could explain what happened first. So off to the living room sans the gun, they went.

Sandy’s ex began to tell her about the events that led to the death of the woman she knew to be the same one from the beach earlier. Explaining that he was dating a girl whom he later discovered was seeing someone else, her ex seemed emotionally distraught. He said they had been dating for about 8 months and he was falling in love with her. He described his desire to marry her one day. Sandy couldn’t help but feel pity for herself. All that he was describing was what she wanted him to feel for her. But she was just an object to him in her eyes. She was every guys object she thought. As he continued on about his relationship with the girl, he talked about discovering that the girl was already committed to someone else. He said that she begged him not to leave her, that she didn’t love her boyfriend. She said that her family insisted she stay with the man because he had a significant amount of money and influence that she’d be hard pressed to find in any other man. So Sandy’s ex agreed to remain with the woman and keep their relationship secretive. He tried to convince himself that he wasn’t falling for her, but it wasn’t working.

The day that the woman revealed to Sandy’s ex that she was engaged and planned to be married at the end of the month, he begged her to call it off. He proposed to the woman and vowed to give her all her fiancé was promising and more. His lady declined his offer though agreed to be committed to him in private. Completely going against his better judgment, Sandy’s ex went along with it. As the days went by and the wedding date drew closer he became increasingly anxious and dejected. Trying to come up with a way to stop the impending nuptials, he started devoting all of his free time to following his lady when he wasn’t with her. The time he did spend with her was less frequent and it only made him more apprehensive about what she had agreed to do with someone other than him.

On one particular occasion, he followed them to the Harbor Club located on the water right next to the town beach. Although the beach and club were separated by a short fence it was easy to step over it if you wanted to walk on the sand after a bite to eat. In front of the club was a small boardwalk with a couple of benches to sit and site see. From the benches you could see the beach, the marina and some of the neighborhood homes surrounding the area. Everything seemed in such close proximity. Sitting on one of the benches and watching what he assumed to be close family and friends arrive in their Sunday best, Sandy’s ex found himself overcome with emotion. He was started by a slight tap on his shoulder. When he looked to his right, he saw a woman he never saw before holding a tissue. Asking him if he was alright she sat next to him and looked over in the direction of the club. Shaking his head and wiping at the corners of his eyes he said no. He told her that his girlfriend was marrying someone else and that what he could only guess was the rehearsal dinner was taking place in the club right now. With a knowing look in her eye the woman nodded, curled up her lip, sucked in a deep breath and told him that the groom was her brother.

Shocked and embarrassed Sandy’s ex began to stutter his apologies but was abruptly cut off by the woman who rose, asked him for his number dialed it and asked him to call her later. Before he could say anything else she was briskly walking in the direction of the club. Sitting there dumbfounded and feeling stupid, Sandy’s ex hit himself in the thigh hard, punishing himself for his indiscretion. He got up and started walking to his car, when his cell phone buzzed. A text message from the sister of his girlfriends fiancé said that she needed to speak to him and if he could meet her back at the benches at 11pm. He replied yes.

When Sandy’s ex met the woman, she proceeded to tell him that her brother was cheating too. She said that the family looked at him as the golden child and looked at her as the black sheep and she was sick of it. Telling Sandy’s ex that she knew how she could ensure he had a future with his girlfriend and that her brother would no longer be a headache, Sandy’s ex was all ears. Hatching a plan to tell her family the truth about her brother in front of everyone prior to the wedding, she told Sandy’s ex to meet her back at the bench on Saturday at 12, so that she could fill him in on all of the details. Agreeing, he thanked her and said goodbye.

Saturday afternoon, Sandy’s boyfriend waited patiently on the bench when he spotted two limos and Rolls Royce pull into the beach parking lot next door. Out of the vehicle he saw his girlfriend in a wedding dress. He watched as she posed for pictures with her bridesmaids. He watched as she posed by herself. He watched as she posed with her husband. He watched as the woman he loved fell into that mans arms. Shocked he stood and wondered what was wrong, before he could make sense of it on his own; the brothers sister was standing by the bench inquiring about what was happening. He looked at her adorned in a bridesmaid dress different yet similar to ones worn by some of the other women who were scattered around the beach. He told her he didn’t know but that she should get over there. She pulled her dress up to her knees and stepped over the fence and began running along the side of the beach as if she wasn’t coming from the club. Sandy’s ex looked in horror as his girlfriend was now on the table and her dress slowly changing into the same color as the cloth she laid on.

Feeling the need to go see what was going on, he stopped himself short of stepping over the fence. He decided to go back to his car and drive over to the beach. When he got in the car he put the key in the ignition, rested his right arm on the back of the passenger seat and looked behind him to back out. That’s when he noticed a gun laying on the back seat. Not knowing what to make of it, he panicked and stayed parked. Profusely running his hands through his hair, he decided he couldn’t sit there any longer and somehow found his way at the apartment of his ex who lived down the street from the beach.

Listening to what her ex was telling her left Sandy reeling. She wondered if he left out any details and inquired with him about that. She wondered why the sister killed her brothers fiancé. She wondered so many things that it all began to jumble up and she could no longer concentrate on the here and the now. Rising and going into the kitchen Sandy rested both hands on the counter leaned over and stepped back. Her ex was standing right behind her waiting to see what she was going to do or to say. Finally, she told him he had to leave. Asking her where to, she said you need to go to the police station and tell just tell them you found the gun when you were sitting on the benches. She said to say that you heard about a shooting and thought that you may have discovered the murder weapon. Shaking his head vigorously he said he couldn’t. He questioned the possibility of being framed and his lack of an alibi. Sandy didn’t care. She wanted him gone and gone now.

Before she could push him out, her door bell rang. Looking around the bend and out of the window they noticed a cop car. He uttered expletives and she shushed him. He couldn’t understand why they would be there. When she explained that she was at the beach at the time of the shooting, he looked at her with accusatory eyes and grabbed her asking her why didn’t she say anything? Caught off guard she simply said she didn’t have a chance. Once he released her, he began pacing the kitchen. She told him to put the gun in the drawer and go sit in the living room.

Sandy opened the door and let the officer from the beach in. The officer said he just had to follow up with a couple of more questions. When he noticed her ex, in the living room he quickly apologized for interrupting. Without waiting to be prodded, Sandy explained that the man was her boyfriend. The officer shook his head and said oh ok and then asked her how often she went to the beach. She replied two to three days a week. He asked her to think about the people she may notice every time she’s gone and if she remembers something strange or unfamiliar to contact him on the number listed on his card. With that he was left.

For about an hour, Sandy and her ex sat in silence in the living room. The sound barrier was broken by a chime on her ex’s phone. A text message came across the screen from a blocked number. All it read was “I hit the wrong target, sorry get rid of it”. Sandy’s ex showed her the text and they both sat back and sighed. All of the time they spent sitting in silence didn’t help them come up with a feasible plan to take the attention off of him. Finally, Sandy said you have to leave you’re on your own. Laughing, he told her that the cop saw him there and if he goes down they will come right back to her apartment and charge her as an accessory. Sandy knew he was right and just shook her head in defeat.

Sandy and her ex never told anyone what they knew. They didn’t speak at all that week until he showed up the following weekend with the local Sunday paper. The cover was a picture of his girlfriend and her husband. It said that the husband of the bride who was gunned down at the beach had himself died of an apparent drug overdose. He was discovered in his home by his sister who would be stepping in as interim president and CEO of their families insurance company. After reading the article, Sandy looked at him in mocked disbelief. He told her that that wasn’t all. He said he received an envelope filled with 50,000 accompanied by a note that said for your troubles and a paid slip indicating his car and house were paid off. He gave Sandy the money and apologized, but she wouldn’t take it. She told him to leave and to please lose her number.

The following morning, Sandy awoke a little earlier than usual and began getting ready for work. She got in her car, drove down the street and went to 7-11 to get her a cup of coffee. She made her way to the beach and pulled in to the parking lot. Staring at the water she reflected about the events leading up to and after the shooting. Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of her passenger door. In slid a slender woman coffee in hand. She inched over and gave Sandy a peck on the lips and smiled. Sandy raised her coffee cup and greeted her lover, the sister of the man whose wife was shot, with a smile and congratulatory kiss. Giggling back the sister simply said “I can’t believe the good fortune of that muthafucka turning out to be your ex. And the asshole never turned me in. Money talks.”

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