The McClish trial is now in jury deliberation. I will let people know ASAP what the verdict is and if there are any further developments after that.
I got my hair done late tonight at a shop on Mill Street in Ben Lomond. When I was finished, I walked out and saw that the pet grooming place next door has a picture of Asha Veil and a little note in red marker, on purple construction paper, that says something like "you are missed." I wondered why I didn't notice this picture before, with Asha's kind, open-expressioned face and cheerful smile. Everywhere in Ben Lomond, the oleanders are in bloom, light and dark pink, and starry white, everything at that early-July peak of flowering and brightness. The wind had come up, everything cooling down from a hot day.
I also stood in the back of the Ben Lomond Super tonight, waiting my turn for the bathroom, and got a terrible, creepy feeling--probably just my imagination running away with me. I looked at the row of employee lockers and wondered which one was Asha's. I wondered what she kept in her locker, and if they had to cut the lock to open her locker after she died. Just idle, sad thoughts, and an equally sad wish that I had known Asha better in life.
I looked at the back door and wondered if that was the door she went out of on the last night of her life. And I wondered, while McClish's fate for an unrelated crime is in the hands of the jury, what happened to Asha on the night she walked out of the market--with no inkling that she was hours away from death--and vanished forever.
And I hope we have some answers, soon.
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