by Anasofia Aceves

Created on: April 01, 2010

Short stories: The violin mystery

¨Betsy, turn the TV off its Saturday! ¨ screamed Jane at her sister; Betsy would always watch the classical concert channel at any given hour of the day, even Saturday mornings.

As the older sister Jane would always take care of Betsy when their parents were out of town, which in actuality meant that Betsy would get some money from her sister to rent some movies, buy a pizza and stay home while Jane went out almost every night to the local bar with all of her underage friends and their fake id´s as their date.

With parents who owned a small but fast growing chain of fast food restaurant most of Betsy’s conversation with them were over the phone, when they were in fact at home, Betsy was always at school or at her job at the ice cream parlor, trying to earn enough money to buy herself a violin she had seen at the local thrift store, it wasn’t new, but it was all she could afford.

The day before as her sister got ready to go out with her friends Betsy was serving ice cream to the local kids, it was Saturday afternoon and the temperature had spiked so high that day that it had broken all sorts of records. All the kids from her class were hanging out, talking, and laughing enjoying the sunny day inside the cool ice scream parlor. ¨Come sit down with us for a while¨ said Steph , she had been Betsy´s closes friend, the rest of the kids were just people she knew form school, but not Steph, she had always gotten out of her way to be nice to Betsy and she had become her best friend, really her only friend.

It was almost closing time, the weather had dropped unexpectedly that evening and the place was now filled with silence, Betsy’s co workers had all called it a night, and her boss having a big blind date that night had given Betsy the task of closing the shop for the nigh, surely preparing her for a soon to  come promotion. As she was ready to close the register she notice a familiar face approaching the shop, it was miss Henderson, she lived next door to her all her life, she had always said hi form afar but had never actually seen her outside of her yard, she was always playing around at her garden.

¨Hello Betsy¨ she said in a soft slow voice, ¨Hello Miss Henderson, what can I get for you today, some hot tea?¨,  she said noticing her breath coming in from the cold, ¨No dear , I come for my daily dose of sugar, how about some chocolate ice cream?¨, ¨Are

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