Also, I claim no knowlegde of our legal system. I look up what I can, and the research is done, but I do not back up what I have written from a legal stand point. However, just because something is wrong does not mean I want it to stay that way. If you catch a boo-boo, please LET ME KNOW!! I will do what I can to [hopefully] fix it, or warn people of the mistake.
House of Yvonne Gerson
Yvonne Gerson unlocked her front door and walked in, taking her shoes off immediately and leaving them by the door. She shivered and examined the thermostat, turning the heat on. Checking her watch, she was surprised to find that it was already 7:30 am. She had less than eleven hours before her next shift as a nurse at St. Vincent's. She was planning to spend at least eight of those sleeping.
She placed her purse and keys on the end table in the spacious living room.
Too damn bright after a 12 hour shift in the ER. But quiet, she thought with a sweet smile as she walked to her room to change into her pajamas. Ever since her youngest son moved out six months ago, it was like another place, a haven for the RN instead of a place of bustling activity to head to after work.
She lied down in bed, closed her eyes and instantly felt herself drifting off into the wonderful dreamland. Peace and quiet and the promise of rest.
That is until the neighborhood dogs started rooting in her trashcan, sending it crashing to the cement patio.
She pushed herself out of her warm and comfortable bed and rushed out of her bedroom, cursing under her breath. As she walked through her kitchen grabbing the broom, and opened her backdoor, she started yelling at the dogs.
The little beasts were pawing at a large and unfamiliar bag that had spilled from her trashcan. She grew quiet. Not again, she thought, with more annoyance than anything else.
"You get outta here!! Now, damnit!!" She swiped at the dogs, and they turned and fled, knowing from past experience that the broom meant business.
She looked down at the bag hesitantly. She really, really hoped this wasn't what she thought it was.
Oh, Lord, let it be them damned stupid Harrison kids again.
She felt the top of the bag and felt something hard. Her hand traveled down the left side and started sending her brain the input that it would have refused to receive if it could.
Forehead, eyes, nose...
She jerked her hand back more in anger than in fear.
"Motherfucker," She hit it once with her broom, then walked into her kitchen to call the cops.
Prologue: Yvonne's Discovery
Chambers Street
Tuesday, May 1st