The Other Mrs.
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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they let me into the room. Sadie is there. She sits on a chair with her back to me, her shoulders slumped forward. Her head is in her hands from the back side. She looks to be about 12 years old. Her hair is matted down to her head and her pajamas are on. I tread lightly, Sadie, I gently ask, because maybe it is. And maybe it isn't until I get a good look at her. I never know who she is. The physical characteristics don't change. There's always the brown hair and eyes, the same trim figure, same complexion and nose. The changes in her demeanor in her bearing. It's in her posture in the way she stands and walks. It's in the way she talks her word, choice and pitch. My wife is a chameleon. She looks at me. She's wrecked. She got tears in her eyes, which is how I know she's the other the kid or she's Sadie because Camille would never cry. They think I killed her. Will Sadie. Sadie's voices panicked when she speaks. She's being hypersensitive, as always. Oh, Sadie, I say, stroking her hair, being amenable. As always. You're shaking. I say I've got empathy down to a science. I contact active listening, ask questions, avoid judgment. I could do it in my sleep. It never hurts to cry a little, too. My God, I say I let go of her hands long enough to reach for the tissue I put in my pocket before the one with enough men Thal to make myself cry. I dab it at my eyes, put it back in my pocket. But the waterworks begin. Berg will rue the day he did this to you. I've never seen you so upset, I tell her, cupping her face in my hands, taking her in her voice is screechy when it comes. She's panicking. I see it in her eyes. They think I killed Morgan, that I did it because I was jealous of you and her. I'm not a killer, will, she says. You know that You have to tell them. Of course, Sadie. Of course I will. I lie always her Johnny on the spot. Always it gets old. I'll tell them. I say that I won't. I'm not convinced of the need to commit obstruction of justice for her, though Sadie herself could never kill. That's where Camille comes in handy