Continue reading “An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Seven”
Hedda Burgemeister Turley, February 1919
Hedda Burgemeister, May 1918
Not one knock on her door. And this is the fourth morning for the advertisement to run in the newspaper.
Her neighbors treat her nicely, as always. Well, several might be a little more reserved than before. Yet Hedda finds herself lonely, particularly in the evenings. The rooms in her once-cozy cottage loom large and shadowy when she sits down to read.
There must be numerous kind women who would find the second bedroom comfortable. Women who would welcome free lodging. The street is tidy and well regarded.
Of course, anyone reading the newspaper is familiar with her last name. But she was found innocent. It was self-defense. No one should fear her.Continue reading “An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Six”
Hedda Burgemeister, January 1918
“I thought the worst was behind me. But this. This is the worst. The interminable waiting. It can’t be a positive sign.”
“Your case is complex,” says Mr. Campbell. “There were hours and hours of testimony, and not all witnesses were in agreement. The jury didn’t even begin their deliberations until after six thirty last evening, and they are permitted to eat and sleep. It’s but eleven o’clock now. Try to calm yourself. It could be hours before they return.”
“We’ll make arrangements,” says Mr. Watson, “to have lunch brought in for us.”
“I can’t possibly eat.”Continue reading “An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Four”