Well, I have been receiving rather cryptic messages from Ma and Alex for a while concerning the state of the house- apparently, it was not in such good shape, as in- there was food all over the floor?
Like this message:
Cruella,
Hope you all are having fun. I don't have time to pick up your dismobile, nor see what is wrong with mine, since apparently Madonna has decided to stay over at your place "every other night or so" and make the worst mess I have seen ever. There was actual food thrown on the floor, dishes growing mold in the sink, very little water in the fish tank, and broken beer bottles everwhere. Mom and I are slowly working to clean this up, provided Madonna doesn't continue in this manner. I still have to cut dad's grass, feed his fish, check his mail, cut my grass take care of my yard, and try to enjoy my summer as well.
Now I do not know what to expect after reading this and have been rather dreading it; Also it seems that they concluded from this that I had gone mad and decided to throw food all over the floor (?) Why I would do this I do not know but I can 'splain how the food ended up on the floor: When Madonna gets tanked- she eats while tipping her plate- so there was food on the floor. I don't understand why she didn't use the dishwasher or broke beer bottles.
At any rate, I arrived yesterday, after $40 in cab fare to Decatur- to find-
The car has a flat tire. This is after I specifically asked was everything all right. You would think one of them would let me know this and then we could have gone to Dad's house and driven one of his cars.
The car will not start.
My phone is GONE. Of course you know the first thing I had planned on returning was calling everyone, which was impossible, because Madonna had taken the phone. I can't call AAA to start the car, because- no phone. I had rather suspected this would happen but would have at least expected she ASK before she took it, so that I could say, NO! But no. Also all my phone numbers are IN the phone which is now- gone. It's one thing to be irresponsible and spacey with one's own things but quite another to be irresponsible with other people's things.
So we email AAA. Then I think, I can go pick up the Cadillac from Mr. Roosevelt! It's been there 7 weeks, he will be anxious that it be moved.
I walk to Mr. Roosevelt's.
Ou est-tu allee? Mr. Roosevelt wants to know.
Je viens de descendre de l'avion, I tell him, I did just get off the plane and come.
After some discussion of where I had been and for how long I had been gone and what I had done, Mr. Roosevelt tells me Mitch il est mort, samedi dernier. (mitch he is dead, last saturday)
QUOI?
Oui, son ami est venu me dire, aujourd'hui, (yes, his friend come tell me today)
Mais comment ca? I ask. But how.
Il etait dans une zone interdite et la police lui a attrapait et il a pris la vie avec un cordon de telephone.
(he was in a place he ought not to have been and the police got him and he strangled himself with a telephone cord)
Well this is very upsetting, of course. I did not know Mitch all that well personally- but from what I knew of him- he was a good chap. I knew him for about two years. He was an excellent mechanic, never gouging or making up prices and as trustworthy as Our Lord. I have every expectation that he would have been as kind and decent and as good a person as circumstances allowed him to be.
I don't understand why this happened or what he would have done that the police would have been after him and that he had to take his own life.
If y'all read this, please say a little prayer for William (mitch) Jessup that his soul may go home and be at peace with the Lord. He made my life immeasurably better in the best way he could and I hope that is a fitting testament to his life.
