Yesterday Miss Emily went to the store and bought arsenic, she told people that is was for rats but I knew what it really was for. She had caught Homer asking me if we could go out to the bar and maybe smoke a cigar. I denied because I knew Miss Emily liked him that is why I did not go out to the bar with him. She told me that if she EVER caught me and Homer out in town together she would kill him. I grew nervous for Homer’s safety so I told him, but he just does not care! “ Please go to the bar with me? I need company.” Homer would say to me every day, but I knew that I could not or it would be his life. “But you could get hurt if Miss Emily sees us.” I told him. “Please” he asked. “Fine but we need to be careful” I told him in defeat.…show more content… So we went out and I was looking everywhere nervous as can be. When we got home Homer told me that he did not really like Miss Emily that he was just going to dump her when he got what he wanted. Oh how I wanted to tell Miss Emily, but I could not tell her something like this. I just couldn’t do that he Emily. The next day Miss Emily told me to meet her outside, when I went out there she was standing beside the bright yellow sunflowers that I had planted earlier that year. “Yes Miss Emily?” I asked scared of what she could want. “I am going to the store and I need you to clean the house and make dinner for me and a guest” she demanded of me. She then walked away from me, not caring if I objected to the things she told me to do. While she was gone I relentlessly scrubbed the floors until my fingers were bright red. I wonder what could be taking her this long? I ignored those thoughts though and went and made dinner. When she returned she had many men’s items on her arms, “Miss Emily” I called after her, but she just kept on walking to her bedroom. I wonder why she would need men’s clothing, Homer had not been back into this house in many…show more content… Her door closed and I heard nothing else the rest of the night. “Could that have been Miss Emily? No way those footsteps sounded to much like a man for it to be Emily” I found myself muttering under my breathe as the day went on. A few days later a strange smell started to come from Emily’s room, she even started to smell bad, almost as if something had died. I knew everyone around town could smell it to. A week has passed and Miss Emily has been very cautious about her room, not letting me in to clean it, she keeps telling that everything is okay, but the smell emitting from her room is getting too much for me to handle. The people from the town have been complaining about the smell, i have been telling Miss Emily but she doesn't smell it. As of lately Emily’s hair has been slowly turning gray and she has stopped isolating herself from the world around her. Emily has been showing signs of aging, and it makes me sad, she can barely go up the stairs to her room. Today Miss Emily, the woman I grew up with for most of my life passed away. We had her funeral some days later and many people showed up to show their sorrow for the loss of the lovely Miss
