Her Alibi

<p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Visions of her </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Cherokee</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>grandmother Cordie</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>flashed through Mary's mind</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> as her </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>mother</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Marguerite informed her that her </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>stepfather</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>shot</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> himself and was </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>in the hospital</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>. </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Oh no! </em></strong></p><p><em> </em></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>No! This can't be!</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Not after the</em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em> joking</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> around </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>at my home last night</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>.</em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em> NO!!!!</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Did she use me last night</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>? She'd never use her </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>scapegoat child</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>. No she couldn't! Even Marguerite wouldn't</em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em> sink that low!</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Or would she? </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Marguerite had always been abusive and vile to most people</em></strong><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </em><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>and especially to her children and husbands but would she shoot Harold? </em></strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Yet here I was and I had to tell the police that yes my mother was at my home all evening and into the night. How despicable that my mother connived her way into using me as her alibi.</em></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>This book is a </span><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>true memoir </strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>drawing upon the locals and inspiration of the areas in which the author lives and works. Names of towns places facilities and people are real except for three men. </span><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>Any resemblance to persons living or dead is not coincidental in nature </strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>and places where events take place are from her life growing up.</span></p><p></p><p></p>