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Dear Sunny,
My interview with the Coroner was most unpleasant on multiple levels. I had to hold my hankie to my nose through-out because of the overwhelming smell of formaldehyde that wafted from his direction. It started politely enough with my pointing out that Douglas' death from a massive coronary struck me as highly suspicious. I asked if he was aware of the complete check-up Douglas had in January. He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes at me, then grudgingly said that he had indeed requested those records and was aware of the anomaly. I then
asked if he had considered doing tests for poisons like digitalis. I must say, his face flushed a bit and he looked quite discomforted by my line of questioning. As he hemmed and hawed and looked at me rather queerly, I lost patience and exclaimed, "Good Lord, man, did you do these tests or not? Am I going to have to get Douglas exhumed?" "No, no," he replied, "Of course, I took blood samples and they're off being screened at the state police forensics lab. But, you see, Mrs. Willingham, everyone knows J.D. wasn't seen around home lately and there are rumors the two of you were, ah, how shall I say--" I cut him off, "What does that have to do with anything? Are you telling me that you completed the death certificate with incomplete information?!" "Well, now," he puffed out his chest, "The exact cause of death is just like I said. If the tox screens reveal something else that will be a matter for the police. I did my job proper. You coming in here asking about whether digitalis is going to be checked for, well, being so specific and all, strikes me as a tad suspicious. How would you know about that drug? When we get the report back in a week or two, you might have to answer some questions..."

Then, it all slammed together, his squinty looks, the reluctance to reveal the lab tests he had ordered, his whole demeanor � I jumped up and exploded, "How dare you suspect me! How dare anyone suspect me! Would I be so stupid as to come in here and announce my method if I were a murderer?!" "Well, yeah," he shot back, "You might be nervous. You might want to be sure I didn't take any samples and you were in the clear. You can be sure I'm going to report this visit to the Chief!" I pivoted on my heel and strode from the room in a white-
hot fury.

Do you believe this?! Information was withheld from me because I am a suspect in my husband's murder! Do you suppose Pat and Agatha have been so close to me lately because they have been looking for signs that my grief is false?! Is there anyone in this town that I can trust?! And where in Hell did Iris go last night? When I got back here, Chris told me Iris and James had returned and are upstairs sleeping. They wouldn't even tell him where they went, saying they were too tired to discuss it. So we're both out of that loop and wondering what's going on. Secrets! Secrets and distrust are driving me insane!

I am quite shaken. Will these affronts and insults and shocks never stop?! Sunny, I am so tired, so exhausted by it all. I'm going to eat some lunch and try to answer some other emails this afternoon but I may simply go to bed, pull the covers over my head and try to wake up from this nightmare.

Love,
Phyllis

Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2003 1:53 pm

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