Lyle is captivated by the same idea that fascinates me—whether Rosie’s comments in group contributed to her demise. If so, then someone in the group killed Ashley. That is not something I want to think about, but it’s not something I can ignore, either. If someone is a murderer in the group, then I need to know who it is. I do not want to be part of a dangerous situation again. I close my eyes, not wanting to deal for a moment. Just as I am getting over the last murders, it’s starting again. I am just beginning to sleep through the night—this could be a set-back for my progress. I curse under my breath, but Lyle and Paris catch me. They flash looks at each other before turning their focus on me. Their sympathy is more than I can bear.
“Stop it, you guys,” I say crossly. “Don’t start treating me like a child again.” We finish our dinner, and I do the dishes while the guys go into the living room and turn on the news. I can hear it through the door, and they boys are still watching when I join them.
“Sheldon, it’s been established that Rosalita Chavez was the housecleaner of Ashley Stevenson when she died. She had been for more than a year. The police are not saying whether that connection is the principle one, or if the fact that they both belong to the group was the principle connection. Most of the people involved in the murders are willing to say off the record that the latter is more likely the case than the former.” Dee-Dee Reynolds, another thin, blond anchor woman blinks vapidly at the camera. It is clear that she is reading from cue cards and not very well. She has to move her lips slightly before she actually says what she’s supposed to. She lowers her voice before adding, “The board of A Ray of Hope is seriously considering closing down the group because of the murders. Carol Sayers, the group leader has this to say about it.” Cut to Carol. I can’t believe she’s talking about it again.
“Dee-Dee, I stood up to the board today. I told them that this group is the last hope for some of these women who cannot afford to individual therapy. I have nothing but admiration for the women who have gone through difficult times but are making it to the other side. If there is one thing I want to get across to the public, it’s that these women are not victims but survivors. I know that sounds trite, but it’s true.” Carol is facing the camera with her serious face on. She is dressed professionally in a skirt, heels, blouse and jacket. “Many people wonder how I can work with posttraumatic women for so long without getting burnt-out, but they are my inspiration. I challenge the public to imagine living through what some of these women have gone through and not crumbling under the pressure.” I click off the television before the guys can protest.