Left for Garbage

Aaron’s with Deeley still in the trunk.
    That night an idea hit her for how to at least bag the body. She had offered to walk an empty pizza box and real bag of trash from Aaron’s apartment to the dumpster late at night. She could put the pizza box and trash in her trunk instead! It might help to explain the odor developing, if ever necessary, and she could quickly bag Deeley in the dark. So, she took her keys with her, as of course she’d been keeping the car locked.
    She popped her trunk, and without looking at Deeley, grabbed the Dora baby blanket right there and threw it over top of her. Quickly she maneuvered the small body into the laundry bag, and then separated a plastic trash bag. She lifted her dead baby’s legs and slid them sideways, forcing the body into the opened bag, head first. It took a little effort as dead weight, Denise learned, meant dead weight, but even if anyone was looking, they wouldn’t see a body. If she was caught, she’d slam the trunk, say she was putting her personal trash in her trunk to dispose of elsewhere as she’s not a tenant and didn’t want to use the apartment dumpster illegally. What tenant wouldn’t appreciate that?
    After the first trash bag completely hid Deeley's body, Denise used a second bag, believing it would stifle the odor and support the contents even further. Now the bag was ready to dump almost anywhere. This would be easier now. Then she closed the trunk and rushed on back to Aaron.
    Six days later, Deeley is still refusing to leave her mother alone, rotting in the trunk, and now something has to happen. It stunk, stunk, stunk .
    By this time it was so bad that Denise was afraid of some random tenant in Aaron’s building, or worse Aaron himself, walking by her car and smelling it and saying, ‘What the fuck?’ And then what? To make things worse, a few days before, Denise and Aaron, using Aaron’s Range Rover, had gone to her house to free up a couple of her old man’s gas cans which she had hoped to use to disguise the odor and, yes, to then burn her child’s corpse at a later time. Aaron had asked a lot of questions about why she didn’t just stop by when her parents were home. Obviously, the truth was that her parents thought she was working in Jacksonville. That wouldn’t fly, so she had made up some B.S. story about them being her gas cans and how her dad had stolen them from her, even though he knew her car’s gas gauge was broken.
    Aaron had seemed to accept it , but that night her mom had sent her a text saying her asshole father had called the police and reported the gas cans stolen. Police involvement on any level was bad, but still she might have carried through with her plan to burn what she tried to convince herself was just evidence now, nothing personal.
    Aaron had gone to school this morning of June 24th and Denise had made a brief run to Target and bought a few new pieces of underwear using Emily’s checkbook which she had appropriated a few days before from Emily’s purse. When she’d gotten back into her car, the smell hit her in a wave, and gritting her teeth , she made up her mind that something had to be done today .
    Honestly, this was ridiculous; it had been over a week and her car would be ruined for her forever. So she’d driven back to her parents’ house, knowing that her father would be gone by one in the afternoon. Her mother had informed her the night before that Keith had a dental appointment before work. Denise hated her mother’s daily ‘who gives a fuck’ updates on family life at Sunburst Drive, coupled with her ‘How’s my Deeley doing?’ inquires, but this time it had come in handy.
    Denise approached the house and drove by slowly, making sure there was no visible sign of life in the windows. Reassured, she backed her car into the driveway and then hit the automatic garage door opener , and that’s when she saw her father’s car sitting in the bay. Panicked, she would have squealed out, but Keith was already rushing through the connecting door from the kitchen. Feeling sick with terror, she turned off the ignition and exited the car.
    “Hi, Dad. Listen, I had to come all the way back from Jacksonville because I forgot a work order. I’m just going to grab it. I’ll call you later to catch up. I have to get right back on the road, sorry,” she greeted him, as casually as she could muster.
    Keith had practically body-blocked her, insisting she tell him why neither he nor her mother had