DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD

Yep, it's true, Pru is dearly departed. We got the knock on
the door in the middle of the night, which was a shame as I
was snuggled up to Alan and tracing the hairs down that grew
on his belly. Bleary eyed, Alan struggled up and opened the
door-the Police. Really, considering the childhood I had, I should
have recognized the rapping sound that they made. Un-fucking-
mistakable. I heard subdued voices and Alan suddenly make a
wailing sound like he was choking. I hurried into the lounge,
he sat with his head between his knees and a very awkward
looking Mickey Straw had his hand on Alan's shoulder. A young
WPC stood by the door. Pretty in a school girl sort of way.
"What's going on?" I asked, I knew it was bad.
"It's Pru, she's gone!" Alan burst into wracking sobs, I have never
seen a man cry like this before and to be honest, it unnerved me a
bit.
"Gone?" I said, Mickey mimed behind Alan that Pru had hung
herself.
"Shit." I said.
"It's more then that, I'm afraid it was not cut and dried. Alan you
will have to come in for questioning." Said Mickey.
"What? You don't think that I?....." His eye's were like those of a man
who had awoken to a nightmare. Which he had.
"Is he under arrest?" I asked.
"No, just need to have a little talk with him, that's all." reassured Mickey,
the Young girl Cop nodded encouragingly. I wasn't having any of it.
"Well if Al's not under arrest, then he's staying put-you can talk to
him tomorrow." I escorted Mickey to the door. "I'll fetch him in
the morning." We stood huddled in the hall to the sound of Alan's
desperate grief.
"Listen." He whispered:" It looks like someone murdered her."
"Done her in? Why? She was so popular!" I said scathingly, too
scathingly Girl Cop's eyes honed in on me. "Only joking!"
"Not funny Becka." Said Mickey, he took my arm:"Very nasty indeed."
When cops say things like that on TV, someone else usually dies,
I did a Scooby-doo gulp.
"What happened then?" I demanded (more in a Velma style).
"Can't tell you until we've spoken to your fella. That's my final
word Beck's-other then you've got a bloody great hole in your
pants!" He kissed me on the nose before I exploded. But I did
have a hole. Shit. Girl Cop looked at me pityingly. (She was
definitely more of a Daphne).
Poor Alan, I could understand him being upset, but he was
hysterical, frenzied, scary. He must have loved her very much.
Morning could not come too soon.

Becka (Holey pants Martin)