Marsha's Story

"All I want is the truth," Susan pleaded. "What happened to Marsha?" "You couldn't handle the truth! So this ends our discussion. No more. I won't mention her name and you won't either. Understand?" This is your only answer? Susan thought to herself. Why can't he just tell me the truth? Did he kill her, or was her death a suicide? As the storm raged, Susan found herself raging. This man was a stranger. He was not the man she had fallen in love with. This man was not the gentle, loving man she had loved for so long. How could this happen? Ignoring his wife, Johnny returned to the Sports Illustrated he had begun reading almost two hours ago. The silence in the room grew until it was almost deafening to Susan. She could hear every raindrop as it hit the window pane. Every clap of thunder seemed to touch every nerve in her body. When the weight of the room became unbearable, she rose to leave. She had to think. What should she do? Should she tell Johnny that she had found the diary? Or, should she simply go to Georgia without telling him where she was going? Should she lie to him and tell him she was going to visit her mother? The diary - why did it bother her so much? Was it really the ranting and raving of an insecure fool as Johnny swore when she mentioned seeing it before he hid it? She had to know!