where were you last night?

so, the detective

knocks on the door.

he has a few questions to ask me.

i invite him in and put on

a pot of coffee.

he takes out his notepad

and clicks open his pen.

cream and sugar, i ask

from the kitchen.

a little of both, he says.

is splenda okay?

sure, one. just one.

i carry out the coffee

and a small plate of cookies

left over from a tin my

father got me for Christmas.

they might be a little stale,

i tell the detective

as he sips his coffee.

so, he says.

where were you last saturday

night, and the saturday

night before that?
gee whiz, i tell him. i can't

remember.

but today is sunday, and yesterday

was saturday,

you're telling me you can't

remember what you did last

night?

tequila will do that sir, i tell him.

how's your coffee, should i heat

it up.

no, he says. it's fine, then dips

a cookie into it.

i see him write down, tequila.

can anyone verify where you 

were last night?

sure, i yell out to the other room,

Betty, hey Betty, can you come

out here for a minute.

she's still in her wonder woman

costume from last night

and nearly falls over, tripping

on the carpet in her stiletto heels.

her mascara has run down

her face and her lipstick is 

smeared.

i'm not Betty, she says. i'm

wonder woman.

she's still woozy from last

night's tequila.

are you in trouble with the fuzz,

honey? i promise i'll visit you

in jail.

the man wants to know where

we were last night, or where i was.

she starts laughing.

should i show him the little video

we made.

no, no....the detective says, no need

to do that.

i think we're done here. thanks

for the coffee,

sure, sure, take some of these

cookies with you okay. here

take the whole tin.

i hope you find whover did whatever

was done.