Nice neighbors who happen to be axe murderers

One of my first cousins died the day before, and that’s why Dad called me. At 2 something in the morning. Which left me sitting up all night. After having played cleanup woman for folk afflicted by the stomach virus. The recipe for an upbeat personality, I know. My husband lived up to his title as the worst patient ever and then some and then some and then some more.

Then I found out that someone who I knew as friendly and decent was involved in a really awful incident at her place of employment. Nobody was killed but it was still awful. Then I found myself echoing the same words that the next door neighbors of axe murderers, wife beaters, and puppy kickers on the evening news say, “She was a nice person as far as I knew.” And now I find myself thinking the same thing as when I hear those words from others, “Maybe you didn’t know them as well as you thought.” Sigh.