Retro Diary, Part VI
"There’s a suitcase in my living room... it's that gray Baggalini Rolling Tote. It may be booby trapped!" She turned to Franklin and said "May I see the warrant?" Franklin handed over the warrant. She examined it blandly, trying to look sophisticated. Her eye movements gave her away. Honey Barton had never seen a federal warrant in her lifetime.
Diana Martin was a classic southern belle. She was a blond haired, blue eyed princess who ruled over her loved ones while she served under her men. She could bat her eyes, stamp her feet, put on legendary tantrums or pretend that a fist to the head did not hurt her at all.
Kevin was not doing well, which was to be expected when a young man is impaled, his upper back and left arm is useless and he is forced to lie on his belly at all times. A week had gone by. Dr. Yap changed his painkiller to Demerol, which put him into two states of being: awake and aware or asleep and unaware. The Demerol also allowed more pain to seep through between scheduled doses. To compound his problems, Kevin entered the next stage of his recovery: fear and despondency over his pitiful, helpless state of dependency on others. He despised the utter humiliation of being laid out where anyone could intrude into his room, order him around and handle any part of him.
To be continued....