Eight
I turned around to look in the other direction, just to try and clear my mind. So much has gone on in just the past few hours. The police, the questioning, the fear that something is wrong with June. Laura has told me this is so unlike June. She would never not come home. She has a routine, she is predictable. You can almost set a clock by what June does. Laura is so distraught, I don’t know what to do for her. I don’t know what to do for women any more. I don’t even know how to console her. June is changing my life, and I like it.
I remember telling June that my family has lived here for about two hundred years. She seemed to think this was amazing, since people had to move around so much at one time to survive. Some of my family did leave, but most of them stayed here. I wanted to do some research and find out more about my ancestors. I was going to ask June to help me with this. I figure her researching skills would come in handy.
I was talking to my mom about this one day. She said she had read some old diary’s she found from her great aunt. Apparently, my great, great aunt liked to keep track of everyone and everything. It’s a good thing I guess, it will give me somewhere to start. From what my mother told me, I had two uncles that enjoyed robbing people.
Its not like they needed to, they really enjoyed it . One was a banker by day, and the other was an attorney. These two were wild, and a little ahead of their time. When they would get bored with their day jobs, they would go out at night and wait out on the country roads. Eventually, a carriage would come by, and these two would jump out and rob the passengers of their money and jewelry. They would never hurt anyone. That was a rule of the robbing. They would then send the carriage on its way, and they would ride back into town. Somehow, the money and jewelry would be returned to its owners. My uncles just liked the thrill of robbing, but never wanted to hurt anyone.
Another relative was a very wealthy rancher. Her had the cattle that most of the people in this area were fed. He was married to a wench of a woman, that would have let everyone starve if she could. She wanted to stop providing meat to the towns folks, but her husband would have no part of that. Those towns folk are what kept her in pretty dresses and that big house. They had two daughters that were sent off to school in another state. Their father wanted to make sure they could cook, sew, read and write. He wanted to make sure they would be good for some lucky husband some day. I think this man may have been a good guy, he just married a bad lady. His wife wanted the girls to come home and learn this stuff here at home. Since he had control of the cash, he had the last decision on the fate of his daughters. They stayed in school as long as he could keep them their and away from their wicked mother.
I know my family is buried around here somewhere. I have looked in archives to see if I could find the cemetery where they might be, but there is no sign of them. Maybe they were buried in a private area. I will have to do more research and see if there was another graveyard around here.
Its somewhere around 11 P.M. I look up, and to my amazement, I see June walking down the street. We all seemed to see her at the same time. She is limping, whats wrong. I can see she is only wearing one of her shoes, and carrying the other. She has her purse and phone in her hand, and she looks dazed, like she has been through some traumatic ordeal. It seemed like we stood there for the longest time, when I realized I was running, along with Laura towards June.
When we reached her, she just stood there, like she didn’t know who we were, but she didn’t fight us. She had to know it was us. I was asking her where she was, if she was ok, why was she scratched, who did this to her. It all just kept pouring out of my mouth. Laura was so happy to see her best friend, she just held her and cried. We were walking back towards her house and almost to her door when the ambulance drivers took her from us and put her in the back. They wanted to clean her wounds and make sure she wasn’t in need of hospital care. Aside from the few scratches and the dazed appearance, she was fine.
The police wanted to speak to her some more, but she was in no condition to answer questions at this time. After some promises of calling them when she woke up, they finally let me take her into her own place and sleep in her own bed. Now I am here, waiting and watching her sleep. Even in her sleep she is looking troubled. Something happened to her out there in the last 24 hours. I don’t know what it was, but I will wait here till she wakes up. Laura is sleeping on the couch. She is waiting for her best friend to wake up also. I don’t even know what time it is right now, but I cant sleep until Laura wakes up to sit here, in case June opens her eyes.
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