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underwear. In the state she was in at the
moment I didn’t expect her to be overly fussy about the clothes I chose. I
found Adele’s laptop and notebooks that she used in the safe in her bedroom
closet. Adele was a bit flaky about a lot of things but she was very much aware
that her writing was important. She always took great care with her research
and her laptop. I had been given the combination to the floor safe in the
closet when I first started, with the knowledge that the second I left her
employ the combination would be changed. As far as I knew Eric had never known
the combination to the safe.
    Heading to the hotel I had booked, I found Adele with the
nurse. Miranda was talking on her cell out on the balcony so I sat next to
Adele.
    “How are you feeling?” I asked gently.
    “Good” she said frowning as if to concentrate. “Did you get
my things?”
    “Yes I did” I said. “I’ve spoken to the investigator about
Eric’s family and I’ll try to talk to them tomorrow. I’ve also started to
organize the funeral service.”
    “That’s good” she said gripping my hand. “I’m glad you’re
here to help me.”
    “Are you going to need me for anything else tomorrow” I
asked.
    “No, I just need you to take care of the funeral. At this
point nothing else matters. I don’t want to have to think about it” she looked
at me pleadingly.
    “I’ll take care of everything” I said. “You just concentrate
on getting better.”
    She nodded and walked towards her bedroom. I watched her
walk away, my concern evident on my face.
    “She’s very fragile” said Miranda as she walked in from the
balcony. “Always has been, Andrew used to be able to deal with her. I thought
we were going to lose her when he died.”
    “Her first husband” I said.
    “Yes, Andrew adored her and he let her be fragile and
delicate. Adele never had to stand on her own two feet because Andrew took care
of everything. When he died she fell apart. Elliot and I tried to fill the void
but we could never be to her what Andrew was. When Eric came into her life he
was passionate and exciting. We all knew he was a mistake but he gave her the
first spark of life that we had seen since Andrew’s death. I don’t think any of
us actually believed that she would marry him or else we would have tried to
step in sooner” Miranda said regretfully.
    “Do you think she’ll be okay after this?” I asked.
    “We’ll get her through” Miranda said confidently. “It will
just take some time and a lot of patience. I don’t think it has got through to
her that not only is Eric dead but the way he died. They’re going to look at
her for the murder and I don’t know how she is going to deal with that. I don’t
think she is strong enough.”
    I couldn’t refute what Miranda was saying. Adele was the
wife in an unhappy marriage and she was the only one in the house when Eric was
killed.
    “I’ll be working on the funeral tomorrow but I’ll come by if
I can to check on her” I said to Miranda.
    “That would be good” Miranda smiled. “I know she likes you.
Staffing has been a bit of a problem with Eric being, well Eric. You’re the
first one that she thought was going to last the distance.”
    I shrugged because really what could I say. It was kind of
sad that the thing that I had going most for me was that I hadn’t slept with
her husband.

Chapter Thirteen
    By the time I pulled up into my parking spot at my apartment
I could feel myself starting to drift. It had been a long couple of days and I
was looking forward to getting some sleep. Spotting Sean taking out his trash I
called over and asked whether he wanted some dinner. I didn’t really feel like
cooking but I knew that a
teenage boy was always hungry. It seemed to take both my and Miss Betsy’s
pantries to keep Sean fed.
    “That’s okay” he waved back. “I’ve already eaten. Goodnight
Trudie.”
    Very well then, quiet night in it was. I had to admit I was
kind of looking