As I stand behind the counter, my mind racing with conflicting feelings, I start talking quickly and in a whisper to myself.
Why is it that you find yourself in this mess every time? Mary Maloney enters the room as I'm stacking boxes and attempting to stay focused, her presence serves as a warning of the danger that lies in the shadows.
I watch her go around the aisles, picking out goods for that awful Mr. Maloney, silently and gracefully. How is she going to execute the plan? How could she live with a man like that?
But no, I have to keep my thoughts straight. I had to keep my cool and put up a good show for the customers, especially because Patrick Maloney's eyes are constantly following me.
The plan of attack we have been working on…show more content… How was she able to be so careless? Is she oblivious to the dangers we are going to face if people find out?
Should we were to be arrested..., it's going to be the end of everything if we are caught. The detectives, Mr. Maloney's colleagues, will figure it out.
I'll give Mary credit for her bravery, Mary, wonderful Mary. Her bravery still might be our doom. I wonder what other secrets and plots she's thinking about while she walks out of the store carrying that annoying smirk of hers.
I hope that she doesn't take us anymore down this dangerous route, knowing full well what the outcome could be. However, I secretly worry that it might already be too late.
Okay, take a deep breath. This cannot destroy me, not right now. There are responsibilities to complete and customers to take care of. Even if each organ in my body were to be screaming in distress, I'd put on a smile and pretend everything was…show more content… Obviously not though, she had to leave me to handle the consequences as she had to go and act on her own. I'm lost here now, unsure of who to believe and questioning every action and comment.
What about the weapon, then? Did she consider hiding it, hiding her trail? The feeling of doom, the anxiety of getting sucked into her mess, is constant.
Her sudden visit now makes all the sense. I was a player in her wicked game, her alibi.
But what happens if we get found out? What if her acts are held against me? I'm not even sure how she managed to end that man's life. And the cops will come after me first if they find out. She's a woman, so they won't even consider her to be her.
I just can't imagine this working out well for me. But I have to keep up my power and sense of awareness. I will keep my cool appearance even while the storm is raging inside.
Okay, I've finally completed my shift and am now shutting down the shop. The phone rings. It might be Mary, too. Or perhaps simply a customer? Do I pick it up, hmm? Hands are sweating, heart pounding. Lets check who it
