Welcome to Three Word Thursday #18. This week, joining the quondam word-list, we have opsimath; obarmate; & assiduity. We also have a whole list of perspicacious writers. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used the words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.
The beginning of this story is here: Daze of Wine & Murder
As he reached for his gun, Copper told the boys, “Stay here and be quiet.” Wally made a little gulping noise and froze. Al raised his hands and backed up against the wall. Copper moved to the door of Janice Wheeler’s hospital room as quickly as silence allowed.
“You don’t have to be afraid, “ Copper heard the man speaking, and still holding the gun in his right hand, reached into his shirt pocket with his left hand, retrieved his recording devise, and switched it on. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
The woman, Janice Wheeler, answered, “You tried to kill me!”
“Yeah,” Stephen said, “And you planned to kill me. How about we both just agree to forget it? Nobody has to know.”
“Since you took the poison out of my purse, there’s no evidence against me.” Janice said. “All you’ve got is your word that I tried to kill you.”
Actually, sweetheart,” he answered, “we left the drugged bottles of wine behind and they’re covered in your fingerprints.”
“It wasn’t a drug that would kill anybody,” Janice said. Her eyes widened in horror. “Your wife!” She shrieked, “Oh my God, Stephen! Did she put a sleeping potion in those bottles? Or poison!?”
“Look, that’s why I’m here,” Stephen said. “A couple of days after you left for your training in Italy, I met Sherry – her real name is Melinda Spanner, I think, and she teaches Chemistry at the university.”
“Melinda Spanner is my nurse!” Janice sounded shocked. “And she doesn’t look a thing like your wife!”
“Would you listen to me?” Stephen said. “Mel has this special closet full of wigs, contacts that change her eye color, make-up that changes her skin tone, padding to make her look bigger – there’s like this hidden door off the back of her regular closet and I accidentally saw her come out of it this morning dressed like a nurse –“
“Stephen, this is all very interesting, I’m sure, but –“
“I asked her what was going on,” Stephen raised his voice and kept on talking. “She said she was doing a charity event for the hospital and that was her costume. I asked about the hidden door. She told me I’d imagined it, and then she led me into the kitchen and fixed us each a big cup of coffee. She even mixed in my cream and sugar, which she doesn’t usually do.”
“To bad she didn’t mix in a little of her special poison,” Janice snarled.
“I think she did,” Stephen answered. “I didn’t drink it. I pretended to take a swallow and she gave me a brilliant smile, blew me a kiss, said, “ta-ta, Stevie,” and left the house. I poured the coffee in a clean mason jar and put it in the back of the fridge.”
“Stephen, as far as I’m concerned this entire conversation is a waste of time. I’m not going to help you obarmate! I went to Italy for three months – for you! I suffered through that damn Bacchante training — where I was obviously an opsimath – to make you happy. And I come home to find you married to someone else! Now you expect me to care that she wants you dead? Ha! I want you dead!”
Copper was loving every minute of their conversation. He knew the tape player was picking it up loud and clear, and that he was listening to his own release from the accusing stares of 162 corpses. He mentally celebrated his assiduity, grinning from ear to ear as he imagined how proud the chief was going to be.
He felt a sharp jab to the back of his neck and his legs buckled. Just before his face hit the floor he heard Nurse Spanner’s voice. “You didn’t drink your coffee this morning, did you my love?”
Three Word Thursday #19:
Every Thursday I will give you three new words. You have until the following Thursday to compose a story using all three of the words. Then, on that following Thursday, post your story. After you post, come by here and sign in to Mr. Linky. If you sign in and don’t post a story. I will delete your link.
Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: June 18th, 2009