Since assuming the position of Roman Legate and sometime involved in hardball politics his new wife demanded that what had started out as an vent would be turned into a window. Assuming of course, it was a window to escape through.
DEPOSITION ONE: I was in a death struggle with another person. A black came at me and overpowered me. But I didn’t give up so easily. Even though my assailant was more powerful than me. He had initially incapacitated me at first and then came back for a second round. But this time I overpowered him. It turned out that the hostess, my benefactor had known him. You might have said that I was almost married to her. In fact that struggle had occurred between myself and the corpse when I had been sent down to take care of the garbage. So, I packed him up and was preparing to throw him away. In fact, she came down earlier that day and had a tete e tete and thought that she had killed him. But in any case, he was tucked away somewhere. Not too far away in the garbage soon to be burned. For some reason a conversation started at the party held later. And some policemen were invited on a formal basis. The conversation started out primarily on an academic level about a murder. Little by little they drafted a theory of how my wife was guilty and had proved it at least in terms of conversation. So inspiring was the conversation that I thought they might look in the dumpster. And though I knew that I was theoretically safe from prosecution I began to worry about her because of nothing else they might find the circumstantial evidence at the bottom of that one pit by the burner.
DEPOSITION TWO: The black demon had been in the habit of tyrannizing me. Threatening to rob my house and do anything that he cared to, to me. Finally, one day, he tried to get in a struggle with me. Initially, he was too powerful to overcome. And though I tried my best at that point I couldn’t seem to get near to overcoming him. In fact, I felt like I should give up and just let the inevitable occur. But on a successive attempt I managed to get the better of him. First imprisoning him. And later coming back to mercilessly do away with him. So now I was faced with the acquisition of a corpse to dispose of. Something that in some ways was the easiest thing in the world. And in other ways was prone to discovery. The solution was not unlike many others was to dispose of him in the garbage. Someplace, given his behavior in life, he so richly deserved. Fortunately as with all murders, at least in the theatrical sense, he was bound to be discovered. Though I had to be careful to pack his body in such a way that it would not be immediately discovered. A conversation began with a third party completely unrelated to this event. Little by little, to my shock and horror, it didn’t indict me so much as someone else that I knew. Someone, a woman of all things that would be blamed inadvertently. It turned away some other things that would be damning. That were at least in her view, damning. Women being, sometimes depending on the level of how sheltered they’d been. too prone to confess. Inadvertently, she had disposed of her ‘infidelity‘ in the same place that I had disposed of the corpse. And now little by little, the hounds were sniffing the ground getting closer. It was only a matter of time I thought until they would go down the the basement and find the truth. But would their truth match the actual events to send up somebody innocent as opposed to guilty?
DEPOSITION THREE: I myself had been engaged in a death struggle with my assailant when the police arrived at the front door. Not knowing any better my ‘friend’ had increased what had started out as a losing battle but turned quickly to my favor. I had to not only consider deposing of my opponent but disposing of any evidence of him as well. And with my heart pounding furiously I did the first and then the latter. Trying hard to do something as clearly as possible. To bury him in rubbish and go back up to the assembly of guests and act as nonchalantly as possible.
Much to my shock, as I lay alone in my big king sized bed contemplating my beginning and my after. So many weeks as long as I could remember I could only sleep on a two hour cycle. Awakening and then going back to sleep and then awakening each time again in a matter of only two hours. It was only then that after making peace and declaring my belief in a higher power and a power over me that I realized that the woman in question was within me. And the struggle had always been within me. And now as everyone, I suppose, who was close to death and surprised and shocked that they are the very one who is soon to depart. And sit back and wonder when the death blow will come. Given the evidence, fairly soon. But perhaps, in some ways not soon enough. Or too soon given the enigma of being alive.