June 28th, 2009
Amy was a gravid woman, shining with an effulgence only pregnant women seem to possess. Carrying her child was salutary to her. I aver, she was the most ebullient person I’ve ever encountered, almost to the point of nimiety. It didn’t take much prescience to know things would turn ugly when she hooked up with Greg.
Greg was a bilious man, with a sanguine face, making him look much like a tomato. While he could put on a phlegmatic appearance to the outside world, behind closed doors he became quite cholericand often beat Amy so badly she feared she’d lose the baby. As dreadful as it was, when the call came that Amy had been a victim of a murder-suicide, it really came as no surprise.
The only brightness that shown through that melancholic event was the miracle the paramedics performed, by saving Baby Erin- Amy’s beautiful living legacy.