The Mysterious Happenings of Ester Walton

4|| GENEVEIVE WALTON

Dead. Not her phone, like I had though, her. Her soul. Dead. And the police wanted to question me! Directly after they had informed me of her death. Have they no curtesy? Well, the officer or whatever her place is, that I spoke to really was quite rude. I tuck a strand of my greying hair behind my ear and walk into the room. I'm being led by an officer in a blue uniform. The room it's self contains only a metal table and a yellow phone hooked on the wall. At the table there is a wooden chair and two detectives. The one in the chair must be the one I spoke to on the phone. She's prettier than I would have thought. She's wearing a beautiful shade of lipstick, I would ask her for the colour if it weren't so inappropriate. The other detective is also handsome. He has a dark complexion, and lovely dark hair. Well it would be lovely if he got it to stay in one place. He looks like he's Mexican or something of the sort. It doesn't really matter though, does it? Anyway. The female detective jumped up and offered me her seat. I smiled slightly and took the chair. I do wish I had had more time to get here, I would have done something about my eyes, all red and puffy from crying. Oh well, no one in this room would care. Well no one except for me. The male jumped his seat as well and the officer in blue left the room. The woman started talking,

"Hello, Mrs. Walton. Thank you for coming. We would just like to ask you a few questions about your daughter..."

"Sure," I said, sitting up slightly and adjusting my sweater. The man spoke now,

"Did you're daughter have a boyfriend or a husband?"

"No, a girlfriend. Anna something. Anna... Anna Filler. That's it Filler." The detective could clearly see that I was disgusted. And I was. I'm old fashioned, I believe that a woman is meant to be with a man. Ester is lucky I let her be gay. I could have put her into intense therapy or kicked her out of the house. At least I let her be. I looked up at the detectives. "Next question?"

"Right," the man said, "can you us where she might of been at the time of her death? Aside from 4th avenue." 

"Well," I said, letting out a sigh, "she told me she was going to an opening of a gallery. It was The Mackville gallery. It's at 97 4th avenue. It's not a huge gallery but she was excited. The opening started at 7:00 pm. She called me at 11, which I'm sure you're aware of." The detective nodded,

"Yes, we are aware," he said, jotting something down. His partner jumped in before he could speak again,

"Now, just one last question," she said hurriedly. "Does she have any other relations?"

"She has one very close friend. His name is Danny Howlen. I can give you his number if you'd like."

"Sure, but just after this question. Does she have a father?" I sighed, I had seen this coming. I hated talking about him but I had to,

"Yes. But they don't talk, we haven't seen him in over 15 years."

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Hey guys, hoping you're liking this so far. I apologies for any errors but I wanted to get this up ASAP and didn't have time to edit! 

-Jane xx