Left for Garbage

Manny the nanny? Maybe I can see how it sounds funny , and of course now we all know it was funny, funny-slash-bad, I’m saying. But I can’t say I was surprised when, last month, Denise started bringing him up, saying Manny this and Manny that. We didn’t call him ‘Manny the nanny’. That’s the media for you.
    You must understand , Denise is a very normal young woman, and by that I mean she loves movie stars, and people have been commenting on her resemblance to the actress Demi Moore for as long as I can remember. A while back, Denise mentioned how this Demi had a male nanny, a ‘manny’ they call themselves. Ironically, Denise’s manny is named Manny. Apparently, it’s very chic in Hollywood, so it’s just like her to want one too.
    If people out there need me to say, “Yes, my daughter is young and, yes, she has shown poor judgment ,” well, okay, I’ll say it. Take your pound of flesh and then help look for my granddaughter. If people need to hear me say my daughter may have shifted around a few facts to avoid embarrassment, I’ll say that too.
    We want Deeley home, we need her home. The police have arrested an innocent girl. My husband is devastated. My son, he’s a wreck, and as for myself, just looking at me shows what condition I’m in. I do not trust Bobby and I do not trust Emily. I think either one is capable of murder. Maybe the police should be spending a little more of their time on them.
    When I called the police, I was in a state of shock. I wanted them to do exactly what they say they do, which is to protect and serve, but I had to call them three times to get any attention. By the time I made the third call I was in a state. My daughter had just confessed that my granddaughter had been taken thirty-one days prior by some horrible Latino man and I would have said anything, just anything, to get them to my house. So, if I said Denise’s car smelled like a dead body instead of a rotting pizza, it was only my strategy to get a response.
    Now, of course, I feel they want to punish me by arresting my daughter, all because I was just trying to make them do their jobs.
    Okay, well, I hope I’ve gotten some points across. People need to know what the situation is really about. It’s about finding Deeley and nothing else. The day she was born was the best day of my life.

Denise Brown
    (Fibber McMom h erself)

    I hope no one ever has to experience what I’m going through right now - suffering in this jail cell, and I do mean suffering. It’s either too hot or too cold in here all the time, and I’m either sweating or shivering. I want to go home now.
    Big highlight of the week is getting to pick up a phone receiver and see my pare nts’ crying faces on a monitor. That’s not what I need or want. I want to touch someone, I want to touch Aaron, actually, and it’s driving me crazy that I can’t.
    Everything I want is beyond this place , and even though I’m right in the middle of town, I might as well be a million miles away. I feel separated from my life, from who I am, who Denise is, by walls and Plexiglas and jail doors. Those doors, and the sounds they make, are the worst. Sometimes I think I’ll be hearing those sounds forever. Even after I’m free, I’ll still hear the doors in my dreams sliding closed and clanging on and on.
    Non e of this was part of my plan. And I know a lot of people will misunderstand what I just said and take it to mean I’m guilty of this terrible thing, but, no, no, no, no, the only thing I am truly guilty of is trying to handle things on my own. I admit I lied, but I have my reasons, and I think I can eventually make people understand. I wasn’t disrespecting the investigators and I think they know it. Just last year I was dating a police officer, and I’m sure he’ll tell them they are only looking at the surface of things, and that I’m a good person. I’m sure he will.
    Even though the cops got mad at me when I led them down to Universal where I used to work, I think they understood how complicated things are after I did cooperate with them. It’s not like I never worked at Universal, so it wasn’t really a lie , was it? It’s not like I created a job that never existed. I just didn’t tell the truth about the date I was actually fired.
    There’s a huge difference between actually lying and faking something which never existed. I was worried about my parents finding out I was unemployed and hassling me to get a job. I know exactly