Another take on Framed
"Linda, there's nothing we can do." Frank tried to explain.
"There's absolutely nothing you can do?" She didn't believe that. Her husband was in jail for something he didn't do, and they couldn't at least make a big fuss?
"I'm sorry," Frank looked at her, wishing he could do something.
She nodded, standing up, "so that's- that's it? Oh, fine. I'm sorry Danny has been such an inconvenience. But you know what? I vowed to be by his side through thick and through thin. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do. I haven't broken that promise, and I'm not gonna start." She grabbed her purse and swung it over her shoulder.
"Linda-" Henry tried to get her to sit down.
"And you call yourselves Reagans." She mumbled loud enough for them to hear. The screen door slammed loudly behind her, followed by the car door slamming.
"Is Dad gonna be okay?" Sean wondered, fear in his little voice.
"I've got a wife, y'know," Danny laid on the cot in the cell, talking to another supposed criminal. He had officially moved from yelling at the guard to lamenting that he wasn't where he belonged.
"She pretty?"
"Gorgeous! She has blonde hair, but it's not just blonde. It's more like... New York wheat blonde with beautifully layered golden blonde low lights with platinum blonde highlights."
"That's descriptive," the cellmate nodded.
"That's what was in the brochure thingy."
"What does she look like?"
"If I had my phone or wallet," Danny yelled out to the guard, "I'd show ya... she's about five six, with the leanest, longest, lithe...est legs you've ever seen. Her breasts are perfect- nice and round and milky. Her hair's shorter now, in that fringe style she's always liked. I think I her highlights are a little darker now... Her smile..." Danny smiled and shook his head. "She's got one of those smiles that light up the whole town. Like in the MTM song? My wife can definitely turn the world on with her smile. Her best smiles are the big, toothy, mid-laughter ones. She's got electrifying blue eyes. Like the sky after a snowstorm... before I go on, outta curiosity, why are you here?" Danny wanted to make sure he wasn't describing the love of his life to a hardened criminal.
"I witnessed a crime. Someone got shot, I went over to see if they were okay, the police came, and arrested me."
"Because you were standing over the body?"
"Yup."
"They can't do that. They've got no grounds to do that. I'll have my old man talk to them about that... where was I?"
"Blue eyes."
"Oh yeah. Beautiful blue eyes."
"Is she a knockout in bed? She sure sounds like it."
The detective whistled, "boy, is she ever! You'd never know it by looking at her, either. To the average, ordinary, every day, dull person, she's calm, cool, collected, confident, compassionate... but to me? She's bold, batty, bonkers-"
"Lemme guess. She's a bedroom bitch?"
"Yes! She's a complete tease and it drives me insane!"
"And you absolutely love it."
"Damn right I do... see the thing is, before I married her, she was a virgin. And the first time, she was scared and worried and apprehensive. You'd never know that now..."
"Whaddaya mean I can't see him?!" A female voice yelled.
Danny sat up, Linda?
"Yeah, I know it's lock up! But Rick, AJ, and Magnum got visitors all the time in lock up! All I wanna do is tell him it's gonna be okay! For five seconds, is that too much to ask?"
A few seconds of silence followed, and Danny knew it was Linda. She'd be the only one to reference 80s detective shows at a time like this.
"You know what? Fine! I hope your brains rot out of your ears!"
The cellmate looked at Danny, "who the hell was that?"
"My wife."
"And you said she's calm, cool, and collected?"
"Ordinarily. When she's pissed, it's a whole different story." He said, lying back down.
"Tell me more about when she's pissed..."
