Chapter 33

CAPITOL HILL, WASHINGTON DC. Martha was seated on the massive white couch that more or less swallowed her entire frame. She was nursing a cup of very hot tea, so hot that the ceramic cup burned her fingers, causing it to be a beet red. She insisted that was the temperature she wanted, had insisted on a very hot bathe earlier on too and her skin was just shy of being burned by the stream. Her hair was pulled up in a very tight bun with not a strand of hair out of place, her lips bare and cracked, her wrinkled face even more unappealing considering she hadn't moisturized as she usually did after her shower. She wore a thin black gown costly enough to buy a car yet it looked like rags on her. Senator Brownson had left the seat to her and instead sat beside on a single seater, across Detective Bryan who sat directly opposite her. Brownson didn't know what to expect from his wife but was sure her serenity and calm since the text and video recording their received was a charade, a mirage,