Monday, September 22, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 91

"Where am I? Who are you? Why have you brought me here?"

"Oh, my, little girly! You're full of questions, ain't you? Well, I'll tell you when I think you're really ready to hear the answers. Right now, let's just say you're in a safe place, where nobody's going to know where to look. Hope you're not afraid of snakes, and rats, and such. They pretty much have the run of the place." 

"Could I have some water, please? My mouth is so very dry."

Her mystery captor set a bottle of water in front of her, yet keeping to the shadows away from the light of the lantern.

Arlissa noticed that the sounds seemed to bounce off the walls of whatever place she was being held.

"You might as well lay down and get comfortable, cause you ain't goin' nowhere."

"What time is it?"

"My, my! Still demanding answers? The time don't matter, cause you don't need to know."

"Well, could I please have a blanket to cover me? It is very cold and damp where ever we are."

She could tell that she sat on the ground somewhere, or so it seemed. 

"Ah, you want all the comforts of home, I reckon." Her captor laughed a high and trilling giggle. "Now, I can't have you being too comfortable. You need to be punished, and learn what it's like to have nothing."

"Please, my Granny needs me! I need to get back to her!"

"I have to leave you now. I'll be back later."

She felt another stick in her arm as the person gave her another injection. Then the darkness overcame her.  

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 90

Finally, someone came to the door and helped Granny Hinton come back in. 

"Ma'am, why are you outside by yourself? Can you tell me?"

Granny reached down at her side and pulled out the slate, where she wrote her name.

"You're Ms. Hinton?"

Granny nodded her head and wrote Arlissa's name and the word "gone".

"Arlissa was outside with you?"

Another nod, with a worried look on the face.

"Where did she go? Do you know?"


"Was someone sick and needing help?"

A shaking of the head in a negative manner. 

Granny was beginning to feel great frustration.

"Find library" she wrote.

"Ah, I see. She was helping a woman look for the library."

Granny leaned back in her wheelchair, glad to be understood at last.

By now several people had gathered around the two. 

One of them was Granny's doctor. 

"How long ago was this, Ms. Hinton?"

Granny stretched her left arm up above the right one to indicate a long time.

"As much as an hour ago?"

She nodded her head vigorously.

"Something's wrong, doctor! She would never have willingly left her grandmother there for very long, especially in her condition and helpless. We need to call Sheriff Bradshaw."

(To be continued) 

Friday, September 19, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 89

Granny Hinton sat waiting for her granddaughter to return; she waited ten minutes, then fifteen more.

"Where is that girl? Don't she know I need her? Surely it couldn't be taking her that long to show that lady where something is!"

Granny began making sounded garbled but it was still noise. Nobody seemed to be around. What could she do? She looked down and saw the brake on her wheelchair and released it. 

"Maybe I can wheel myself along the sidewalk and back to the building," she told herself.

She began turning the wheel on one side with her left hand, but that made the chair turn in a circle and not the way she wanted to go. Reaching down with her right hand, she began slowly forcing the wheel to turn and soon she was making slow progress. It was slow going because she could not use the right hand very well. 

But she was doing it; and beginning to feel very proud of her accomplishment; yet worried about Arlissa. 

She worked for over twenty minutes slowly inching her way to the hospital side door where they had emerged at least an hour before. The door was not automatic and she couldn't get it open, so she began banging on it, hoping to get someone's attention. 

Arlissa awakened slowly, in a cold, dark place. Her mouth felt like cotton, dry and needing moisture.

"Where am I, anyway? What happened? How did I get here?"

Slowly sitting up, she moved, only to feel a shackle on her ankle, and to hear the sound of a chain rattling.

"What in tarnation has happened to me?" she whispered. 

Then she began to shout...

"Hello? Is someone here?" 

"Well, hello, honey! You're finally awake, ain't cha? Oh, don't worry, you're safe here with me."

She heard the striking of a match, and the lifting of the shade of a lantern. 

(To be continued)

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 88

In the therapy room, Granny was beginning to show slow but good improvement. Arlissa had great hopes for a chance to take her home soon. 

The therapist was showing Arlissa how to do the exercises so that she could help her Granny to continue doing them. She had Arlissa do them so she could observe that she did them correctly. 

"Wonderful! Good job, both of you! You should be able to take her home in about five days. Don't forget, Marta will be coming to get you today later on for your speech therapy!"

Elaine helped Granny back into the wheel chair, and Arlissa decided to take the old lady outdoors for some sunshine, since Granny had indicated she wanted to do so.

"Okay, Granny, here we go! We'll go to your favorite spot out by the park bench under the trees, and watch the birds, soak us up some sunshine."

Granny was smiling at the prospect of going home in a week's time, and Arlissa was thinking of the things that had to be done in the meantime, wondering how it was all going take place. 

There was Rosie's visitation to attend that evening, as well. She wondered if it was going to be peaceful or if something would happen to ruin it. 

She was deep in thought and didn't see the tall woman who was walking up behind them as she pushed Granny's wheelchair.

"Pardon me, honey! Could you help me with something, please? I'm new around here and I seem to be lost." The blonde woman seemed to be in real distress. Her hair fell in beautiful waves across her face and she held a beautiful blue purse in her hands. 

Arlissa got the idea that she was bashful, perhaps because she was embarrassed by having to ask for help.

"Sure, what are you looking for?"

"Well, I was looking for the library and saw this large building and thought I had found it, only to discover this is a hospital."

"Oh, that is an easy mistake to make. Actually the library is just down the street. I'll show you from the sidewalk."

She turned to Granny and said, "Granny, I'll be back in jist a minute. This nice lady needs to find the library..."

The two of them walked toward the sidewalk, and soon were out of Granny's sight. As they approached the sidewalk and a blue automobile parked at the curb, the stranger reached into her purse. 

She removed something, and putting an arm around Arlissa as she pointed to the library down the block, injected a hypodermic needle containing Phenobarbitol into an unsuspecting Arlissa's arm.

She never felt the prick of the needle, and slumped into the woman's arms.

Soon the girl was inside the car, lying in the back seat, unconscious, and the stranger drove off, carrying her away.

(To be continued)

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 87

Granny soon had a new tray of food, and Arlissa saw that she used her right hand as much as possible. Granny had to get back as much use of that hand and right leg as she could.

Arlissa had decided to help Granny get back on her feet and give her back a determination to be as self-sufficient as she could.  All the encouragement that she could shower on her grandmother would only help if her Grandmother was receptive to it.

After Granny had finished the breakfast, the therapist came for Granny with a wheelchair and helped Granny into it, with the old woman trying to help as much as possible.

Arlissa walked alongside the wheelchair, intent on learning as much as she could about helping Granny when they were allowed to take her home.

Elaine, the therapist, remarked on her own distress upon hearing about the farmhouse and the animals.

"Is there anyone here that hasn't heard about our place?" Arlissa asked.

"I doubt it. It's just so hard to believe that gentle Con Douglas would do such a terrible thing!" Elaine opined.

"Well, we're pretty sure that it was him that did it! He was right mad at me cause I wouldn't go out on a date with him."

"I hear they haven't caught him yet, either!"

"No, and it worries me. He was so mad at me, I don't know what he would've done to me if I hadn't gotten to the O'Hanlon's place. I don't know what we're gonna do for furniture and clothes and - oh, all that stuff he cut up and busted. I dread goin' back there."

"Yes, it must be awful to think about being afraid in your own home. All that mess to clean up, too."

Elaine's comments did not help Arlissa or her Granny to feel better about going home, that was for sure, Arlissa was thinking.

"When are they having your friend's funeral? Are they receiving friends soon?"

"Yes, tonight from seven to nine at the funeral home over where we live in Hickston."

Arlissa certainly wasn't looking forward to that either.

(To be continued) 

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 86

"Well, no, honey. She's not any worse except for she's really upset about what happened to your all's home and the animals, and all that."

"What!! How did she hear about that? It only happened yesterday evenin' and I was dreadin' to tell her about it. How did you even know about it?"

"Well, one of the deputies told his wife on the phone and I guess somebody on the phone line heard him telling it. Then I reckon Hetty McReynolds, Doc Henry's wife, heard about it and kinda phoned one of the nurses she knows real well. Maybe she told a few others, and well, somehow or other, somebody just kinda let it slip to your Granny. You know how news travels around here."

"Oh, no! I guess I better go on in and see if I can calm Granny down a little and see if between me and her, we can figure out what to do. I sure ain't lookin' forward to it, though."

Pasting a smile on her face, she went in to face the music.

"Hey, Granny! How you doin' today?" Arlissa asked cheerfully.

The therapist had given Granny a chalk board and some chalk so she could write some thoughts on it as needed. 

She had trouble holding the chalk but it was good exercise for her hand. Granny held up the chalk board for Arlissa to view.

MAD! she had written. SPIT NAILS MAD.

Her countenance certainly reflected her written words.

"Uh-oh" was what Arlissa was thinking. When Granny said she was so mad she could spit nails, that was her big-time mad.

"Now, Granny, they probably made it sound worse than what it was. I'll admit it was pretty bad, but things is gonna get better. We jist have to trust that God is gonna take care of us. You know, think about this...I wasn't there when it happened; so it coulda been worse. Let's jist be thankful I was at the O'Hanlon home at the time, havin' supper with them. You know, we can look on the bright side, can't we?"

Arlissa knew she was talking a mile a minute, but it soon had the desired effect and then Granny smiled a bit, but soon was crying when she thought about if Arlissa had been at the farm. 

Arlissa sat on the side of the bed and hugged her Granny close to her.

"Oh, Granny. Please don't cry. You'll have me a cryin', too."

She gently wiped the old woman's eyes with the corner of the bedsheet.

"Things are gonna get better, don'tcha know? We jist gotta keep on goin'. Now let's get you a little more comfortable here. Have you had yore breakfast yet?"

Granny was erasing the board and writing.

"Too mad."

(To be continued)

Monday, September 15, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 85

Just as Arlissa sat down at the table, the Sheriff came into the kitchen and sat down as well. 

"Good morning, Miss Arlissa! Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Sheriff, I did. I hate to be botherin' you with questions already this mornin', but did you arrest Con Douglas last night?"

"Well, I would have taken him in if I could have found him. He's still on the loose somewhere. My men and I are going to start looking for him again this morning, right after breakfast. We went to his Ma's house, where he lives and she said he wasn't there; she even let us look everywhere in the house and out-buildings. He wasn't anywhere to be found. We'll get him, though." 

After they had breakfast, one of the deputies came by to take Arlissa to the hospital to see her grandmother. 

"Now, when you're ready to come back home, you call my office or the house here, and we'll see you get back here. You can't go back to that farm till we got him in custody. You hear?" the Sheriff instructed her.

"Yes, sir. I sure ain't wantin' to get hurt by that Con Douglas!"

When the deputy came to the door, Arlissa went out with him to his car, and she realized she knew him. 

"Billy Newman! I didn't know you was a deputy! How long have you been doin' that?"

He blushed and told her he had been deputy for a little more than a year. She knew him from high school, but not very well. He was one of the town kids and didn't mix in with the others too well. His family had money. His daddy was a county judge and was highly respected. 

Billy had even gone away to college and everything. He was an educated young man and she didn't think the job of deputy would take him very far, and doubted it paid anywhere like he was used to having for spending. What she didn't know was that he and his daddy had come to a parting of the ways over his laying around doing nothing after college.

She didn't know what else to say and since Billy was not much of a conversationalist either, the inside of the car was silent, except for the sound of the engine as it turned.

About twenty-five minutes later, he parked the car and walked her to the hospital doors. 

"Sheriff said to be sure I got you inside safe and sound."

"Okay, Billy. Thanks. See you this afternoon." She smiled at him; he nodded, gave a half-smile in return and left.

Arlissa noticed the nurses stopped talking at the desk when they saw her coming. One bustled over to her as she got ready to enter Granny's room.

"Oh! You poor thing! What are you going to do?"

"Has Granny took a turn for the worse?" Arlissa wanted to know. "Why didn't you call me?"

(To be continued)