Crimes of The Heart Beth Henley
Crimes of The Heart Beth Henley
Crimes of The Heart Beth Henley
BABE
After I shot Zackery, I put the gun down on the piano bench, and then I went out
into the kitchen and made up a pitcher of lemonade. I was dying of thirst. My
mouth was just as dry as a bone. I made it just the way I like it, with lots of sugar
and lots of lemon- about ten lemons in all. Then I added two trays of ice and stirred
it up with my wooded stirring spoon. Then I drank three glasses, one right after the
other. They were large glasses- about this tall. Then suddenly my stomach kind of
swole all up. I guess what caused it was all that sour lemon Then what I did was? I
wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand, like this? I did it to clear off all
those little beads of water that had settled there. Then I called out to Zackery. I
said, "Zackery, I've made some lemonade. Can you use a glass?" But he didn't
answer. So I poured him a glass anyway and I took it out to him. And there he was,
lying on the rug. And he was looking up at me trying to speak words. I said
"What? ?Lemonade?? You don't want it? Would you like a Coke instead?" Then I
got the idea- he was telling me to call on the phone for medical help. So I got on
the phone and called up the hospital. I gave my name and address and I told them
my husband was shot and he was lying on the rug and there was plenty of blood. I
guess that's gonna look kinda bad. Me fixing that lemonade before I called the
hospital. I tell you, I think the reason I made up the lemonade, I mean besides the
fact that my mouth was bone dry, was that I was afraid to call the authorities. I was
afraid. I - I really think I was afraid they would see that I had tried to shoot
Zackery, in fact that I had shot him, and they would accuse me of possible murder
and send me away to jail. I mean, in fact, that's what did happen. That's what is
happening - 'cause here I am just about ready to go right off to the Parchment
Prison Farm. Yes, here I am just practically on the brink of utter doom. Why, I feel
so all alone.