The Inmate

by Freida McFadden

I had assumed after we exchanged “I love you’s” for the first time, we would make passionate love soon after. But instead, Tim can’t seem to get out of here fast enough. And then when he’s walking down the steps of my front porch, he trips and almost falls on his face. But I can’t say I’m not entirely disappointed he’s gone, because now I get to google Kelli Underwood. The details are extremely easy to find. Kelli (with an “i” at the end) is a twenty-seven-year-old waitress, who was also taking art history classes at the local college. She lived alone in a small basement apartment, and they discovered she was missing when she didn’t show up for her shift at the Shamrock two nights ago. One story mentions she has a boyfriend, but it doesn’t say whether he’s a suspect. Two days ago… was Tim here that night? I can’t remember. Fortunately, Kelli was extremely active on social media. Unlike me, she has plastered photographs of herself all over the internet. I look back on her various social media feeds, searching for anything that jumps out at me. Finally, I spot a post from the beginning of the summer: Fact: Assistant principals are GOOD KISSERS!!!!! Unless there’s some other assistant principal Kelli went out with, I’m going to assume she is referring to Tim. Which means he went out with her during the summer, and it was enough of a date that they kissed at the end. Or during. And apparently, she liked it. But that’s the only mention I can find about Tim. He has minimal socia...