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Many of you may remember my post about our new neighbor whose driveway butts next to ours, and who lives with three large dogs, and two cats...one of the dogs being a Pit Bull, formerly owned by her boyfriend who is doing time in Juliet (Illinois), having been transferred from Leavenworth (OK, the prison tidbit is relatively new, and maybe you weren't aware of that...sorry).
A few weeks ago she told me that her pregnant sister, who has a toddler, was moving in...and the neighbor and her dogs were going to live in the unfinished basement, with the sister on the main level...so that THE DOGS DON'T DO ANYTHING TO THE TODDLER.
Ten days or so ago, a red ford escort, packed full of clothes, front and back, appeared in her driveway. It has not moved one inch...I marked a tire with chalk..NO, NOT REALLY, JEEZ! I know this is the sister's car, because it has the same plates as hers...Nebraska City, over yonder next to Missouri...and well, hell...we know about them Missouri boys...and girls, Jesse and Frank, and Cantrell and his murderous raiders, and such.
Since I am home most of the day, I have seen nothing of the mysterious sister, or a toddler...and...the clothes are still in the car! If she is in the house, the duds she's wearing are getting mightily stinky, methinks (I don't even want to talk about the panties and such). On the other hand, maybe she is a nudist, who prefers the indoors. Could be.
Being a mystery novel affectionado, and having an overly active imagination, I have concluded that my basically quiet, but canine obsessed neighbor, has murdered her sister, chopped her up, and put her in a cooler/freezer in the unfinished basement...or fed her to the dogs...they look way damned fat to me...or, she stuck the poor lass in the trunk of her overstuffed car.
I don't know, maybe they are just waiting for Goodwill to come by and pick up the clothes. The problem is, I am not sure if there is a body in that trunk...because I forgot to put out the garbage this morning, and well, the odor could be body stink...or garbage stink. I guess I'll know for sure Thursday...the next garbage pick-up day. I will for sure have those cans out there by the curb!
I don't want to appear to be a busy body old fart, who is sneaking a peek through the blinds now and again, but hey, what the fuck.
I'm hoping the sister, or Goodwill, shows up soon, I'm just too busy to go down there to the station and make a statement and all. Not to mention that there are a couple of other suspicious neighbors across the street that I need to keep track of.