Something was bothering me about Cord’s mother’s death. I tried to uncover what it was.
I disliked Cord’s mother more than anyone. Cord would have been better off if she died ten years ago.
That that night, as I lay on my bed, I recalled the last social event. Cord had taken his mother, Arlene had come on her own.
Arlene was right there as Cord’s mother shoved away a plate saying, angrily,
“Don’t you remember I’m allergic to Almonds?”
Arlene had made an ‘Aha!’ expression. Yes, a second or two, but I had seen it.
I was almost certain that Arlene had something to do with Cord’s mother’s death, (although the investigation wasn’t complete).
I asked myself, how would she get access to the food Cord’s mother ate?
Leaving it there, I went to sleep.