hums again.]
“She has a pain from her tummy. I don’t know what happened; I can feel it. And she’s bleeding here, also. I cannot see if she took her life or … if someone killed her.”
“She has no energy left. She just want to … oh … send off.”
Joan stood inside the bathtub, touching the fixtures and pushing back the curtains. “She used to cry here.”
She lifted a small toy black cat figurine lodged in the soap/shampoo rack and said, “They had a daughter. Yeah, it was a daughter, not a son. I can feel her now.” Joan replaced the cat figurine then stepped out of the bathtub, looking up to the ceiling panel leading to the roof. “She used to hide something up there. She used to come up here like this … and put it on the right side … and put something there, in this area.”
“Something she didn’t want her husband to know about, perhaps? That’s the only thing I can think of. I mean, if she’s abused and needs to retreat here … she’d … put something up there?” Peter said.
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