Officer Becky takes you to an apartment complex a few miles away. It's a small apartment complex, maybe 30 years old, but clean. It's made of brick, mostly, with green trimming on the windows.
A few minutes later you are seated in the living room of a fairly small second-floor apartment. You're next to Officer Becky on the couch, while Mrs. Ellis sits across from you. She looks pretty much just like Teddy, only older. She's about the same height, dark hair (worn longer than Teddy's), with those same big eyes that Teddy has. Her greeting was cheerful and easy, with a ready smile, and she asked if she could get you anything, like a Coke, or tea of water? Do you ask for anything?
She also insists that you call her Peggy.
She leans forward in the old thin-striped recliner (brown, gold and green) Her elbows resting on her knees and hands clasped together.
"It sounds like you've had a hard day today, Holly. I'm sorry for that. Officer Parr tells me that you maybe have some questions. Is that right?"