Mr. Maloney: A Fictional Narrative

Once the investigators had finished eating up the lamb leg they continued to search her house for any other clues. They searched every single room of the house. Three hours later they started gathering their materials. “Well Mrs. Maloney it doesn’t looked like we have came to a conclusion on exactly what happened to your husband.” One of the police officers told her. “Oh, but you will still continue to search for answers right?” Mrs. Maloney questioned him. “It doesn’t look like we have come to much luck in this investigation. Goodnight now.” The police officer replied. The investigators and the police officer were now heading out of the house and getting into their cars and going away. Mrs. Maloney walked closed the front door and walked back into the living room. “Gosh, I don’t know what I would have done if I was caught.” Mrs. Maloney thought to
The knock was now even louder. “I wonder who it could possibly be at a time like this.” She wondered. As she opened the door she recognized it was Sam from the grocery store. “Why Hello Sam! What brings you here?” Mrs. Maloney asked. “I just wanted to tell you I heard about what happened yesterday. I am so sorry this occurred. Will you be attending Mr. Maloney’s funeral this week?” Sam replied. “Yes I will.” She answered. “Goodbye now Mrs. Maloney.” Sam said. “Goodbye!” She replied. A few days past now and it was the day for Mr. Maloney’s funeral. Mrs. Maloney had been practicing what she was going to say for the past couple of days at the funeral so no one believes she had anything to do with her husband's death. Her second issue was trying to decide what to wear. She looked and looked through her small closet. Dresses after dresses and she was not convinced she had found the right one. Finally she found the perfect long black dress that had lace sleeves and some ruffles at the ends. “I will wear this one!” She