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Sharon Davis huffed as she placed a new pile of old newspapers in front of her picket fence.
“ Hello Mrs. Hart,” said Agnes, approaching in a jovial tone. “Are you doing the autumn cleaning?”
Sharon responded to her smile, knowing it wasn' t Agnes' fault that her memory was impaired but tried to correct her anyway “ It‘ s Sharon Davis, and yes I am throwing away my late husband’ s old newspaper collection. ”
Agnes took the newspaper from the top of one of the stacks, and read it distractedly. “ Need a little help? It'll go faster with an extra pair of arms. ”
The article was about an accident almost three years earlier on the road between Westview and Eastview. A car had gone off the road into the forest and hit a tree.
“ No thanks, I just finished. But if you'd like to have a cup of tea and chat “ Sharon replied, gesturing towards the door.
“ I never say no to a chance to chat" Agnes put the newspaper down and followed her neighbor home, smiling.
But for the rest of the day, her mind remained restless, without Agnès really knowing why: the accident had caused no casualties, the parents were unharmed thanks to the airbags, and even though the 13-year-old in the back had suffered a violent blow to the head, he had escaped.
She imagined it was because she couldn't stop thinking about how worried the parents were when their son was unconscious. It would have been so horrible if they'd lost their child so young.
Agnès couldn' t help tossing and turning in her bed. Why couldn't she just sleep instead of thinking about the worst that hadn't even happened.
All she had to do was stop thinking about Death.
And stop wondering, after all, was she a detective?