Heavy breathing, then cries and screams. “Aaaaaggg help! Aaauughhh!” It sounded as if someone were being tortured.
“Who is this?” … Silence … “Leave me alone!”
More heavy breathing.
Ina hung up the phone and unplugged it from the wall.
Next morning, she washed, made her coffee, and returned to the bedroom to plug the phone back in, something she had done every day for the past week. But no sooner had she plugged it back in when it began ringing. Since it was daytime and the nuisance calls only came in at night, she answered the phone.
“How are you this morning?”
Ina recognized the Caribbean accent of Sharon Wilcox, a woman she had recently employed. In fact, she had expected the call.
“What do you want?” Ina asked.
“I need more money, Ina.”
“I’ve already given you plenty of money, Sharon. It’s time you left me alone.”
“This is the last time, so you better stop calling me.”
“I’ll need $500,” Sharon said.
“And then you’ll leave me alone?”
“I promise. I’ll stop by this afternoon to drop off your key and say goodbye, okay?”
Ina agreed and Sharon Wilcox, her former devoted caretaker, came to the house that afternoon, picked up a $500.00 check, returned Ina’s garage key, a key that ultimately already had cost Ina $2,000 to retrieve it.
Maybe the calls would stop. Maybe Ina could have some peace.
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