Deliver Us From Evil
"He died instantly," said the medical examiner, though he knew he
wasn't speaking the truth.
"His suffering was slight," said the police chief, though he knew
what he said was false.
They were harmless lies, designed to shield the victim's daughter from needless
additional grief.
This was the truth: The deceased crawled and scratched twenty excruciating
yards after he was struck by a hit-and-run driver in an unidentified sedan. He
spilled body waste and an enormous amount of blood along the way. Death was
anything but instant, and his suffering was intense.
As they left the daughter's home after bringing the news of her father's death,
the police chief said, "She seem odd to you, Doc?"
"In what way?"
"Not very broken up about it. Just a minor setback, like a run in her
stocking."
"Delayed grief reaction," the medical examiner said. "The poor
woman is in shock."
"Yeah," said the police chief. "I guess so."
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