“What a fun party that was,” I said to my husband, Larry.
“Yeah, but I’m glad we don’t have far to walk. We both have a bit of a buzz going.”
I giggled and pulled up on the skirt of my belly dancing costume. “Where were Fred and Janet? I thought they were invited.”
“Don’t know. Curt didn’t say anything about them. Maybe they’re ticked at us after we invited them to make that crazy movie with us. You know they are…”
“What the hell is that lying there?” I let go of my skirt and fell on what looked like a mummy. It wasn’t a mummy. I stared into the open eyes of…”Fred. It’s Fred. Help me up. My god! He’s dead.”
Larry reached down and felt for a pulse. “Go back into the house and have Sherry call for an ambulance.”
I ran, tripped twice more before running into the house screaming. “Call the police! Get an ambulance! Looks like Fred is dead in your front yard.” My skirt was ripped and my knee was bleeding.
Donna looked at me. “What happened to you? Did you kill Fred? Where’s Larry?”
“He’s with the body. Hell no I didn’t kill Fred. Why would I?”
Chuck looked at me. “Because Janet thinks you were having an affair with him.”
I chocked. The man was six inches shorter than me, was homely as sin and didn’t have any sense of humor.
Everyone rushed out the door to see the body. I ran up to my husband and grabbed his hand. “Is he really dead?”
“I don’t know. Bend down and touch him.”
That’s when Fred sat up and yelled, “Got cha!”
And I fainted.