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It was strange to see her car outside the house at this time of day.......
It's strange being retired, not rushing to finish dressing to head off to work. Now, I still get up at the same old five o'clock in the morning, but I sit watching the morning news and drinking me a cup of coffee. Then I head out for a walk around the neighborhood. That's how I got to know Mattison, across the street. She doesn't go into work until nine o'clock. Sometimes she'll walk with me before leaving for work. But she is always gone by eight thirty; that's why is was strange to see her car outside the house at this time of day, ten thirty. As I stood there washing my cup, I wondered if I should go and check on her. I wish I had her phone number; I made a mental note to ask her for it.
I decided to go across and check on her. I tapped on the front door, "Mattison, everything okay? You in there?"
I heard movement inside, then locks turning before she opened the door. I was shocked by her appearance, her lipstick was smeared and she had a bruise on her right check. She stood there with the door only partially opened, her housecoat wrapped around her, yet I could tell she had on her business outfit.
"Yes, I fine", she said, not meeting my eyes. "I just have a cold and needed to stay home today. Thanks for coming by."
"Do you need anything from the store?"
"No, but thanks", she turned and closed the door.
I slowly walked back to my house. Something wasn't right. Once inside I called Detective David Bowman, whom Mattison sometimes dated, "David, have you talked with Mattison today?"
"No, I haven't talked with her all week, why?"
I explained to him about what I had seen, "Do you think it could be anything I need to worry about?"
I could tell he was trying to decide what to tell me, "Has Mattison told you about needing to place her mother into a nursing home?"
"Yes, what has that got to do with anything?"
"Her mother's room won't be available until Saturday, so she's staying with Mattison until then. I know that she's reached the stage in her illness where she can become violent. You're right to be concerned, I'll go by and make sure everything is fine."
As I hung up I laughed at myself, making a mountain out of a molehill. Here I had her being held as a hostage and needing to be rescued. I definitely had too much time on my hands.