Left for Garbage

cases, also, some multiple false statements have been listed as one, as there is only so much newsprint available for this story.

    Charles Lang, AP News. Miami.

    Has anyone ever been forced to read a more insulting pile of crap? I didn’t know crap piled that high.
    I was so undone after reading it I could hardly keep my composure in court today. I want to kill Salvatore Gutierrez for letting me make such a fool of myself. He’s the liar. That man’s a terrible, terrible liar. I must say, though, things are looking up on the home front.
    After court was recessed for the day, Keith and I walked to the elevators together , and though he tried to keep me from getting on the one with those four talking heads from TCN, the so-called ‘justice channel’, I stepped proudly onboard. And as soon I felt all of them staring at me, I collapsed sobbing into Keith’s arms and stayed there for the entire thirty-three floors to the lobby.
    Let them put that in their pipes and smoke it, thank you very much. I truly appreciated the way my husband helped to support me in my time of need in the elevator , and think I will tell him tonight that his exile on the couch has come to an end.

Seeley Brown
    (Brother of Denise Brown)

    Th e so-called trial of the millennium has adjourned. A jury of twelve is off deciding my sister’s fate. I can see, even if no one else can, the fear in her eyes. She’s scared and I think she should be.
    The prosecution had so much: Deeley’s blanket that was found near her body, a laundry bag from Mom and Dad’s house, and they showed that Deeley’s remains were found right next to our old family pet cemetery. The prosecution laid it all out there for anyone, even an idiot, to see. They showed those bad Internet searches on homemade chloroform and how to break somebody’s neck, and all through the trial, over and over and over, they kept showing slides of her dancing away while Deeley was supposedly missing, and I don’t think anyone bought my crazy mother’s even crazier confession about how those Internet searches were hers. She was at work; I know it and so does everyone else.
    And , let’s face it, that story Gutierrez made up about Deeley drowning in the pool and my dad finding her and yelling at Denise, and then the body disappearing, which he implied was because of my dad. Well, I don’t think anyone bought that either. I know I didn’t. For one thing, I know my dad, and if he’d seen Deeley’s body in the pool, he’d still be there holding her and crying. It’s all a guy like him would be able to manage.
    I think the jury is going to convict my sister. They have long ago convicted her of being a liar , and from there it’s probably not that long a step to thinking she’s a killer. Who knows, though? If you read the postings on the Internet, the whole world seems to think that I’m a pervert, as well as being the son of a pervert.
    ‘ Son of pervert’, that’s a good name for a comic strip, isn’t it? A comic strip is a good idea, too, because I got fired from my job after the defense implied that I liked to fuck my sister and that Deeley was probably my daughter. I don’t think now I’d be able to get a job in Alaska. I don’t think I care either.
    Sarah’s still with me , at least, though I don’t know if I’m ready to seal the deal anymore. I mean, in the midst of all this she is leaving Brides magazines out on the coffee table. And last night I heard her talking to one of those rags that write about my family. She’s struck some kind of bargain with one of them, I can’t remember which one. The upshot is that they’ll give us a ‘dream wedding and honeymoon’ as long as they get all the pictures and the inside story.
    What the hell , huh? That sounds dignified and personal! But, then again, I could use a vacation.
    Sarah , who is kind of beginning to sound like my mom, said, “Seel, we have to do this. We have to do it for your sake. If people see us on the cover of a magazine looking all happy, they’ll forget that they think you committed incest.”
    That’s some reasoning she’s got there. Still , Sarah is all I’ve got left right now and she’s supporting us, so I guess I shouldn’t say anything.
    M aybe this is how it started for my dad all those years ago. My mom, who used to hate Sarah because she said she was, I think the phrase was, ‘an overweight come-to-nothing girl’, now loves her because Sarah joined Team Margaret and got on the