Left for Garbage

two-thousand-five he somehow got himself approved to practice. There are no testimonials at his website. You click on them and it goes nowhere. Three years later he’s defending my sister in a case that needs the highest quality representation. This guy doesn’t have the expertise to bring my sister home for good. I can’t stand the way his eyes dart all over the place. I wish Denise would let me help more.
    I won’t stop with my own investigation until I get to the bottom of things for Denise. Her circle of friends - well, the few I’ve met with to determine their trustworthiness - they don’t know anything of value. I’m following dead-end trails. It’s beyond frustrating.
    The police are determined to keep my sister in jail. We had her home for too short a time, not even a month. They could have left her alone but they’re looking for anything they can get their grubby paws on to keep her locked up. We’re frustrated, really angry, and really upset with how those who are supposed to support us and help us are the very people hindering our progress. We’re not going to tolerate the protestors much longe r. Let that be fair warning. I’ll break every Goddamned sign that comes within a fraction of an inch onto our property.
    My mom has been doing some of the major true crime shows and you can tell they suspect Denise of having something to do with Deeley’s disappearance. The media is treating us like a freak show but somehow my mom can’t see that.
    I might’ve said a little too much to Rick Daley after a few too many one night, but I said those things in confidence. Well, no honor amongst scum; everyone’s a traitor. From here on out, I keep my mouth shut. We want to deal with truth, but truth keeps slipping through the cracks. I finally got some truth from my sister when we had her home, and here on out it’s me and my immediate family. No one else matters. It’s our new family code.
    Growing up, me and Denise had a way of communicating in silence. I know she’s watching what news she can catch while she’s stuck in that rat hole, but if you see me in front of a camera, it’s only because I’m sending my own personal message to my sister. We totally get each other.
    In the meantime, she’s hearing things she shouldn’t have to hear over the airwaves, and there’s no one there to comfort her when she h ears it. And it’s killing her. The media and the police are killing my sister. You tell me that’s right and I’ll tell you to go to hell and rot there.

Denise Brown
    (Fibber McMom herself)

    I was out and it felt wonderful. I wore my own clothes, showered in my own tub , and brushed my hair in front of a mirror that wasn’t made of hammered metal where you can never get your makeup right.
    Yes , I still have a missing child, but getting to come home made me happy in spite of my troubles, because that’s how I am. Look to the bright side, keep up a positive attitude, and a good appearance, and you will feel better .
    Also , I maintain an outward show of happiness, even if I’m crying inside, because I don’t want to be selfish and bring people down with the terrible thoughts I have about Deeley, who I’m beginning to fear might not be coming home after all. But why say such depressing things out loud and ruin my homecoming for everyone?
    That crazy old man Rick Daley , who bailed me out, well he’s a different story and doesn’t have a positive bone in his body. He thought he could bully me and intimidate me into confessing something which is not true, and all because he put up the money first as though the truth is for sale. He was very hurtful to me. There are lots of people out there who can sympathize with my situation, and who support me, so I was not going to let him act like he was God and make himself famous off of my name, especially not by trying to make me confess to a lie.
    Of course , me not confirming some stupid story he’d cooked up about me giving away my daughter, as if, made him turn on me and pull my bail. I had to go back to that hell hole, but not for long, well not that time, as it turned out. Some rich anonymous donor put up my bail ten days after that idiot Rick pulled it and I got to go back home.
    I think about h im a lot and wonder who he is. It could be anyone, somebody famous, even like Johnny Depp, or maybe Bradley Cooper. He’s younger and I think we’d get along really well.
    I lay in bed at night and kind of imagine meeting him in person.