CHAPTER EIGHTY
(part five)

Honey pointed to her shoulder and neck. When she looked up, she saw that everyone in the courtroom had a kind of stunned expression on their faces. Confused, she looked for MJ. His face was grim but he smiled at her. She looked up at Ann Campbell’s face. The Assistant DA worked to recover her professional demeanor. Honey blushed and pulled on her jacket. The courtroom was uncomfortably quiet. She fiddled with her diamond wedding ring.

“And you don’t remember what provoked this attack?” Ann Campbell asked.

“My sister and I never got along. I couldn’t ever tell what would set her off. I was usually her fall guy. She’d make fun of me at school, soil my clothing, rip up my favorite shirt, spread rumors about me, whatever. It was that way until I moved out.”

“When did you move out?”

“After high school. I worked for Lipson Construction on a road crew in high school. When I could work full time, I got an apartment.”

“What was your relationship with your sister like then?”

“I never saw her,” Honey said. “She lived with Mom and the girls. I would go home to do laundry or hang out with the girls, but I never saw her. I didn’t have any contact with her until she started dating Trevor last year.”

“What brought you into contact with your sister again?”

“Mom wanted me to meet her boyfriend because she thought they’d get married,” Honey said. “I met them for lunch in December of last year.”

Honey had been coached not to talk about Trevor, but her blood boiled just remembering how smug her sister was at that lunch. She sat there, all high and mighty, with a married guy. A guy married to her friend, Jill! Honey glanced over at her sister. Her sister curled her lip at Honey.

“When did you see her again?”

“Mom wanted me to help her with the wedding,” Honey said. “I was a bride’s maid, went to a couple wedding showers, engagement party, stuff like that.”

“If you and your sister weren’t close, why did you go?”

“My Mom asked me to go,” Honey said. “I’m sure that people have a lot to say about my Mom, but she’s always tried really hard for us. She asks me for very little so I always do what she asks.”

“Your Mom asked you to help your sister later too. Isn’t that right?”

“Mom asked me to help her and her husband get back and forth from the airport for their honeymoon,” Honey said. “Mom had a business appointment that morning so I took off work to take them to the airport. I was supposed to pick them up. I was a little late, like ten minutes, and I saw them leave with someone else.”

“Who did they leave with?”

“Michael Scully, Jr.”

“Your husband?”

“He wasn’t my husband then,” Honey said.

“Ok, thank you Mrs. Scully,” Ann Campbell said. “The prosecution would like to reserve the right to recall this witness.”

“You may cross, Mr. Blanchard.”

Honey swallowed hard at the cruel look on her sister’s attorney’s face. She’d been warned that he would ask her about every detail. This part of the case was to make her look stupid. She smiled at him. She’d spent a life time with her sister trying to make her look stupid. He was going to have to work very, very hard to gain any ground with her.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…