Very Scary Mary
Her satchel was a stuffed thing that contained cigarettes and a whiskey flask
along with keys to her parents 1951 Ford Victoria
and she had one friend, Jenny the B.
Mary and Jenny were not team players.
They believed that it was a weakness to have beliefs.
That allowed them to avoid religion, politics and sports.
The friendship welded based on an agreement
that they were living in the wrong decade. 1952 was an error of nature.
Cruel and dumb. Jenny felt they would have been more comfortable
at the turn of either the last century or the next one coming up in 48 years.
It hailed the day they graduated from high school as they expected it would.
It was like they were trapped in the midway at a carnival gone broke.
They went different ways, Mary and Jenny the B.
Jenny went to state college
then disappeared down south and hung for most of her life
with the lower classes in a roadside bar and grill, maybe Texas or Arkansas,
Where she made few friends and died alone listening to "Heartbreak Hotel."
Mary missed the funeral. It took a year to find her.
She got moved around a lot by the penal system.
She rubbed out her husband John three years into their marriage.
He had been a B student in highschool and went on to college
where he was a third team wide receiver which gave him many bench
opportunities to meet cheerleaders.
Had he not wedded Mary, he could have had a Jimmy Stewart Wonderful Life.
With cheerleader humping as an added bonus.
And John, like Mary and Jenny, had done
what he could to keep his life simple.
Simple, that is, as simple can be simple.
That's how the cops saw it.
To quote the investigating detective,
"Open and shut. Husband messes around. Wife shoots husband. End of story. Anyone know if she has family? What about friends?.......None? Figures."