Left for Garbage

I called Gutierrez a couple of names. I’m sure the Internet will be dissecting this day until either the cows come home or a bigger show moves in.
    There was more : Gutierrez dug up a surprise ‘witness’. Last year, at the worst of the fights with Margaret and Denise, and while I was spending all my time putting up posters and working with volunteers, last year when I still believed there was a reason to look, I met someone. I had hoped never to speak of this, not because I am ashamed - I’m not. I was lonely and hurt, and she was kind to me, and we were friends, or I thought we were friends. Anyway, I guess we weren’t friends after all. But at the time when I met Carmen, a very nice Latino lady, I thought she liked me and I didn’t smell the hidden agenda she had. Frankly, after seeing her on the cover of today’s ‘National Enquirer’, I have to wonder how anyone would ever think we were more than friends, since for all her faults, Margaret is still an undeniably beautiful woman and poor Carmen looks like road kill beside her. She always did - that wasn’t what we were about. She listened to me when I talked, and made nice noises, and hugged me when I cried, and she and her sister, Lupe, had me over for some homemade Mexican food at their apartment a few times.
    Now , of course, through the quick and easy revisionist history of checkbook media, it was the affair of the century, or no, wait, that’s not right … if this is the trial of the millennium, then it must be … oh, never mind … I’m just sick tonight, sick of the world.
    To top off the revelations that Gutie rrez shared in court about our ‘affair’, which apparently included, but was not limited to, some adulterous sex, I also ‘confessed’ to her - well, to her sister, Lupe, because Carmen barely speaks English - that I knew Deeley had drowned in the pool long ago.
    Gutierrez sort of trailed off abruptl y after that and dismissed me. It wasn’t because I had lost my temper with him, that probably only helped his case, it’s because this clown doesn’t do much in the way of case preparation, and so I imagine he has to wait to read the article, and also to see Carmen and her sister, Lupe, who will be translating for her on tonight’s ‘Vinnie Politian’ show. We should all have the full story after that.
    It was a nice experience going back to my seat beside Margaret who , despite the constant camera lenses trained on us all day, still reached out and punched me on the side of my head when I sat down. I’m glad for the folks at home that she did it. I’d hate to think of our family not giving them their money’s worth.
    If I can try to see the positive side of today , it’s that from my own TV watching tonight it seems that the rest of the country, including Charlotte Hope, who I think I’m beginning to like, thought Gutierrez was a complete idiot and that his entire confused opening statement, as well as his questioning of me, was a disaster.
    Some are saying that Denise should get a mistrial on the grounds of insufficient counsel. I don’t know about that . I’m starting to believe that Denise has exactly the lawyer she deserves, and vice-versa. Those two are made for each other as far as I’m concerned.
    I don’t know what Margaret thinks since she isn’t speaking to me right now.

Margaret Brown
    (Mother of Denise Brown)

    There are times I have to ask myself what is going to happen to me when this is all over ? At this present time I am under more pressure from more different directions than any one person has ever had to face before.
    It’s coming up on three years now , almost to the day, since I got the impound notice on Denise’s car and dragged her back home, only to hear the first ‘Manny the nanny’ story. Since that time, my daughter has been arrested and jailed three times, and has now been inside for over two years straight, and I haven’t seen her or spoken to her once during that time.
    I kept writing to her , though, right up until the little ‘meet and greet’ in Mr. Liar Gutierrez’s office, but she never wrote back, not even once. With Denise gone, a lot has changed between me and Keith.
    Me not working for the first time since he lost the auto lot back in Ohio has changed things for us. I like to think I’m a much more relaxed type of person than I was before, when I had to be the sole breadwinner around here as well as riding herd on Denise to try and make a mother out of her, not to