latex gloves, gathered myself, and headed toward the refrigerator.
It was still somewhat cool in the 'fridge and nothing in the freezer section had thawed. I pulled out a pork roast, two six-packs and one four-pack of pork chops, six pounds of ground beef, a six-pack of boneless chicken breasts, two packages of sliced bacon, two boxes of fish sticks, three packs of hot dogs, a half empty gallon of strawberry ice cream, and $1400.00 cash wrapped in white butcher paper. I could feel something snarky about "cold, hard, cash" getting ready to come out of my mouth, but decided to keep it in check and have a little respect for the homeowners. I'll put the cash away to save for Caleb.
The 'fridge held no big surprises. There was your basic gallon of milk , which was barely touched, along with butter, eggs, cheese slices, yogurt, bottled water, jelly, pickles, ketchup, mayonnaise, mustard, a six-pack of Bud Light beer, several containers of leftovers, and a half empty pizza box. There was a head of lettuce, a couple of navel oranges, a bag of purple grapes, and a bag of baby carrots in one of the crisper drawers. The other drawer held more bottled water and various name brand sodas.
It took me two trips with the laundry basket to move everything to the wheel barrow. I didn't take the containers of leftovers, or the pizza, because I didn't know how long they'd been there. I left everything on the counter tops including the canisters, counter top appliances, a loaf of bread, a bag of coffee that looked like it had just been opened, and a container of lumpy coffee creamer. Everything there had icky stuff on it and I wasn't about to risk bringing it home.
I told Mick I was he ading home to put the food in our 'fridge since we’re running it with the generator. He told me I was going absolutely nowhere without him and the rest of the crew, so I toured the house while Mick took all the canned goods, boxed goods, and spices he could find from the cabinets and out to the wheelbarrow.
There was a sack of potatoes and an open bag of onions in one of those little potato/onion bins. It was a closed bin, so he took them. He had to leave a few canned goods because the wheelbarrow was too full to add anything else , and almost too heavy to push.
The remainder of the house was clean and well decorat ed. Looking at the family photos made me sad. I grabbed two photo albums off a bookshelf and went outside to wait for everyone else.
Carisa and Jason came downstairs with two pillowcases and two laundry baskets full of little boy’s clothes and toys. They said there was more up there, but I was ready to go and Mick was finished loading the kitchen stuff, so we came back home.
Carisa and I cried all the way home. We couldn't hold hands because we were both carrying full laundry baskets. Ja son was pulling a red Radio Flyer wagon full of little boy’s toys. Mick got the heavy wheelbarrow.
Marisa will go through the photo albums with Caleb so we can figure out if Momma's victim was Frankie, or Davis.
I grabbed a few pieces of mail from a little table by the front door. They were the Baldwin's. Mark and Melanie Baldwin, and three beautiful little boys.
Unky Bo was Robert Driscoll. Jason found his wallet in one of the bedrooms upstairs. He was a first Gulf War Veteran and was 48 years old.
Daddy is still missing. Jason couldn't find any uniforms or clothing that might give a clue as to his workplace. There was a couple of suits in the closet, but those may’ve been for church. Most of the other clothes were blue jeans and pull-over shirts with a few casual clothes mixed in.
Momma's clothes were regular old housewife clothes like jeans, skirts, blouses, t-shirts, and a few nice dresses and slacks. Momma's victim was Davis. He was the middle boy and Frankie is the oldest. Good luck Frankie, wherever you are.
Caleb turned three years old last month. I found his birth date on one of those photo's they take in the hospital on the day you're
It was still somewhat cool in the 'fridge and nothing in the freezer section had thawed. I pulled out a pork roast, two six-packs and one four-pack of pork chops, six pounds of ground beef, a six-pack of boneless chicken breasts, two packages of sliced bacon, two boxes of fish sticks, three packs of hot dogs, a half empty gallon of strawberry ice cream, and $1400.00 cash wrapped in white butcher paper. I could feel something snarky about "cold, hard, cash" getting ready to come out of my mouth, but decided to keep it in check and have a little respect for the homeowners. I'll put the cash away to save for Caleb.
The 'fridge held no big surprises. There was your basic gallon of milk , which was barely touched, along with butter, eggs, cheese slices, yogurt, bottled water, jelly, pickles, ketchup, mayonnaise, mustard, a six-pack of Bud Light beer, several containers of leftovers, and a half empty pizza box. There was a head of lettuce, a couple of navel oranges, a bag of purple grapes, and a bag of baby carrots in one of the crisper drawers. The other drawer held more bottled water and various name brand sodas.
It took me two trips with the laundry basket to move everything to the wheel barrow. I didn't take the containers of leftovers, or the pizza, because I didn't know how long they'd been there. I left everything on the counter tops including the canisters, counter top appliances, a loaf of bread, a bag of coffee that looked like it had just been opened, and a container of lumpy coffee creamer. Everything there had icky stuff on it and I wasn't about to risk bringing it home.
I told Mick I was he ading home to put the food in our 'fridge since we’re running it with the generator. He told me I was going absolutely nowhere without him and the rest of the crew, so I toured the house while Mick took all the canned goods, boxed goods, and spices he could find from the cabinets and out to the wheelbarrow.
There was a sack of potatoes and an open bag of onions in one of those little potato/onion bins. It was a closed bin, so he took them. He had to leave a few canned goods because the wheelbarrow was too full to add anything else , and almost too heavy to push.
The remainder of the house was clean and well decorat ed. Looking at the family photos made me sad. I grabbed two photo albums off a bookshelf and went outside to wait for everyone else.
Carisa and Jason came downstairs with two pillowcases and two laundry baskets full of little boy’s clothes and toys. They said there was more up there, but I was ready to go and Mick was finished loading the kitchen stuff, so we came back home.
Carisa and I cried all the way home. We couldn't hold hands because we were both carrying full laundry baskets. Ja son was pulling a red Radio Flyer wagon full of little boy’s toys. Mick got the heavy wheelbarrow.
Marisa will go through the photo albums with Caleb so we can figure out if Momma's victim was Frankie, or Davis.
I grabbed a few pieces of mail from a little table by the front door. They were the Baldwin's. Mark and Melanie Baldwin, and three beautiful little boys.
Unky Bo was Robert Driscoll. Jason found his wallet in one of the bedrooms upstairs. He was a first Gulf War Veteran and was 48 years old.
Daddy is still missing. Jason couldn't find any uniforms or clothing that might give a clue as to his workplace. There was a couple of suits in the closet, but those may’ve been for church. Most of the other clothes were blue jeans and pull-over shirts with a few casual clothes mixed in.
Momma's clothes were regular old housewife clothes like jeans, skirts, blouses, t-shirts, and a few nice dresses and slacks. Momma's victim was Davis. He was the middle boy and Frankie is the oldest. Good luck Frankie, wherever you are.
Caleb turned three years old last month. I found his birth date on one of those photo's they take in the hospital on the day you're
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