Dead Dancing Women: Chapter Eleven Recap

  Well, it's that time of the week again. Time to visit Emily in Northern Michigan.



  Previous Chapter:

  Emily had the police in her house to investigate the severed arm and Deputy Dolly stayed the night. Emily was also even more insulting than usual and was insanely shocked that Deputy Dolly had went to Beauty School.



  Chapter Eleven:

  Starting the chapter DD has gone home and Emily is bored and lonely. For not seeming to like DD all that much she sure seems lonely when Deputy Dolly is gone.
  Anywho, Emily complains that the air is stale and she's breathed it so often before that now she's allergic to it. Or something equally weird. Her fridge, birdcall clock, and silence all annoy her. Birdcall clocks are not cute or charming. They're annoying. She wants to be touched but she's quick to assure us that it's not a sexual craving. Literary people are above having normal, human impulses.
  In other words, she's lonely. Even though a chapter or two back she was all, "solitude! Can't get enough of it! I'm an island unto myself!" I guess she's over that now.

                                                                

  She decides a puppy is great because she's never had a dog and she'll be starting from scratch with it. She thinks that with an older dog she'd be jumping through hoops with it. I really don't follow her reasoning here. An older, calmer dog would be better to start with than a puppy. Especially if you have no idea what you're doing. Especially since she says that she does not have the energy for an older do. Because puppies are always calm and need minimal care. Twit.  She thinks having an older dog would be like being married to her ex and goes on to explain that she's not a wimp (hahahaha!)


  She calls the State Police to get more details on the arm and head. The State boys are reticent about it but do confirm that they are from the same person, Mrs. Poet. We know it's Emily because she says Mrs. instead of 'Miz'. She asks the hard-hitting questions like, "Are they investigating it as a murder?" and "Have they taken fingerprints?"  She also asks if it's true the head was sawed off and if the arm was, too. Which Sheriff Lucky could have told her the night before but she didn't want to hear it.

  She mentions teeth marks on the head and he agrees that's true and tells her that maybe she should speak to the other officer, Officer Brent. He of the mono-brow.

  Emily says, yet again, that no animal put it in her trash can. I swear she has said this in every chapter. He makes a lame joke about homicidal chipmunks. Funny. Emily gets frustrated ay his non-replies to a novice crime reporter.

  She hangs up and calls the paper she works for. Remember, The Northern Statesman (run by a former downstater). Bill is worried about her, what with all the body parts being flung at her these days, and offers her his spare room. She says it's tempting but he gets flustered and says he didn't mean anything by it. She gracefully resists the urge to laugh. She tells him that she's in good hands with DD looking out for her. To take all the burden of Dolly bashing (which would be a cool name for a band, Dolly Bashing) off of Emily's shoulders Bill says he's heard of DD and is not impressed.

  After the phone calls she stands at her window for a full hour just staring at the lake. She's not in the mood for writing (no wonder she never sells anything).
  She and DD had planned to meet after Emily had spoken again to Harry and Joslyn. The thinking there is that maybe DD scared them with her uniform so they might open up better with just Emily around. Maybe Emily would even get in the front door.

  As she's leaving she sticks the puppy note for the mailman in the mailbox. She's freaked out to put the note in because there might be another body part waiting for her. Sadly, there's not. She over-dramas about how the silence and woods seem so scary now.

  She's putting off going up Harry's overgrown drive because it seems scary, too. She doesn't feel as though she belongs anymore. And this gem of a quote:

  "Voices came from some place off in the woods. Male voices, calling to one another. Men, where they weren't supposed to be. It frightened me..."

  Until she remembers that, duh, search party for the rest of 'Miz' Poet. It makes her feel safer knowing that the big, strong, policemen are around so she goes to see Harry.


  All that worry and drama for nothing. Harry's not home. She walks down to Joslyn's house but she's not home either. Emily takes a minute to admire Joslyn's flower beds.

  She decides to ask Joslyn to help her design a flower bed in the spring. Then she goes into a rambly inner monologue about how her imaginary garden is perfect. No bugs or beasties chewing on them. No storms to beat them up. Then we get a metaphor about her garden, like her life, is lost inside her head.



  End of Chapter



  Wow, that's two uneventful chapters from two different books. Oh well, tomorrow is Wednesday and that means The X-Files which is rarely uneventful. And maybe Thursday we'll get lucky. Maybe Emily will do something really exciting. Like pay some bills. It looks like DD shows up in the next chapter so at the very least we'll probably get some rudeness slung DD's way. Emily can always be counted on for bitchiness towards her fellow women.


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