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“I don’t think you understand, Mrs. Frazier. I will always love Ashley. And the idea that you or her parents or anyone can keep me from her side is really pretty laughable.”
“Well, not this night. Not in my house. Tonight, you’re going to turn around and walk out. Or else you’re going to get carried out minus your head, thanks to my shotgun here.”
He paused again, still smiling. “An old bird gun. It fires small-caliber shot that’s barely more painful than a BB.”
“You’d like to test that?”
“No,” he said slowly. “I don’t think I would.”
She was quiet while O’Co
“Tell me something, Mrs. Frazier, while we’re having this friendly conversation, why is it that you think I’m not right for Ashley? Am I not handsome enough? Smart enough? Good enough? Why is it that I shouldn’t be allowed to love her? What do you really know about me? Who do you think might love her more than I do? Isn’t it possible that I might be the best thing that ever happened to her?”
“I doubt it, Mr. O’Co
“Don’t you believe in love at first sight, Mrs. Frazier? Why is one sort of love acceptable, but another all wrong?”
This hit a nerve within her, but she kept her mouth closed.
O’Co
“Ashley!” O’Co
His words echoed through the house.
O’Co
She didn’t reply.
“I think you did,” he said quietly. “But what law have I broken here tonight? I can tell you: none.”
He gestured at the shotgun. “Of course, the same is not true for you.”
She tightened her grip on the stock of the rifle and pressed her finger against the trigger. Don’t hesitate, she told herself. Don’t panic. It was as if the familiar world of her own home, her own living room, surrounded by her own pictures and mementos, was suddenly alien. She wanted to say something that might remind her of normalcy. Shoot him! A voice shouted out deep within her. Shoot him before he kills all of you!
In that second of indecision, O’Co
Shoot him! Shoot him! Kill him now! As she tried to understand the voice within her head, O’Co
Catherine exhaled slowly and sat back hard. Her fingers around the shotgun seemed frozen, and it took some force of will to peel them from the weapon. She lowered it into her lap. She suddenly felt exhausted, tired in a way that she had not experienced in years. Her hands shook, her eyes filled with tears, and she had trouble stealing breath from the air around her. She remembered a similar moment in the hospital ward years earlier, when her husband’s hand had slipped from hers, and just like that, he was gone. The same sensation of helplessness that had filled her then.
She wanted to call out for Ashley, but she could not. She wanted to rise up and lock the front door, but she was frozen. We have no chance.
Catherine remained in her chair for several minutes. She had no idea how many. She only stirred, regaining some grip on her circumstances, when the flashing blue and red lights of a police cruiser suddenly filled the room around her.
Thoughts raced like power surges through Ashley.
She had remained huddled, behind the locked bedroom door, aware that Catherine and O’Co
“Ashley!” Catherine’s voice penetrated the walls and her fears.
“Yes…” She gulped out her reply.
“The police are here. You can come down.”
When she left the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs, she looked down and saw Catherine standing in the hallway across from a middle-aged local police officer wearing a Smokey the Bear hat. He held a notepad and pencil and was shaking his head.
“I understand, Mrs. Frazier.” The policeman was speaking slowly, a little densely, and Ashley could see Catherine was clearly frustrated. “But I can’t put out an all points bulletin on someone you invited into your home, simply because he seems to be obsessively in love with Miss Freeman… Good evening, Miss Freeman, if you could come down…”
Ashley descended the stairs.
“Now, did this fellow strike you, or threaten you?”
Catherine snorted. “Everything he said was a threat, Sergeant Co
The policeman looked over at Ashley. “You were upstairs, miss? So you didn’t witness anything?”
Ashley nodded.
“So, other than his presence, he didn’t do anything to you, did he, miss?”
“No,” Ashley said. The word seemed impotent.
He shook his head, closed the notebook, as he turned back toward Catherine. “What you should have said, Mrs. Frazier, is that he struck you and put you in fear for your life. Some physical contact. That would give us something to go on. You could have said that he brandished a weapon. Even that he was trespassing. But we can’t arrest someone for telling you that he loves Miss Freeman.”
The policeman smiled and tried to make a little joke. “I mean, I bet just about all the boys fall in love with Miss Freeman.”
Catherine stamped her foot. “This is useless. You say you ca
“Unless we’re pretty darn certain a crime has been committed.”
“What about stalking? That’s a crime!”
“Yes. But that’s not what happened here tonight, is it? But if you can prove a pattern of behavior, well, then you should have Miss Freeman here go before a judge and get a restraining order. That means that if this guy came within a hundred yards of her, we could arrest him. It would give us some ammunition, so to speak. But absent that…”
He looked over at Ashley.
“You haven’t got any such order, like in Boston, where you live?”
She shook her head.
“Well, you ought to consider it. Of course…”
“Of course what?” Catherine demanded.
“Well, I don’t like to speculate…”
“What?”
“You have to be cautious. Don’t want to trigger some real nasty behavior. Sometimes a restraining order does more harm than good. Talk to a professional, Miss Freeman.”
“We are talking to a professional!” Catherine interrupted. “After all, Sergeant, isn’t this what your job is?”
“I mean someone who is expert on these sorts of domestic issues.”
Catherine shook her head, but had the good sense not to say anything else. It would do no good to insult the local police.
“If he comes back, Mrs. Frazier, call the substation and I’ll send someone around. Day or night. That’s the least we can do. He knows there’s a cop around, he’s not likely to try much. That’s the best offer I can make.”