It was a typical morning. John and Ally woke up at the sound of the clock. Time to get the girls up, dressed and fed so they could spend the day at preschool. This young couple had pretty good position of employment. John was a local plumbing contractor and Ally was chemist for a local pharmaceutical.
They are a happy couple. He loved her the moment he saw her. John was always attracted to bright women, but Ally was beautiful and intelligent. He grabbed her and never wanted to let her go. Ally saw in him a wonderful man. He could do no wrong. What ever he chose to do, he did one hundred percent. Husband, father, business owner and plumber were his finest accomplishments. John was like his dad. When John completed high school, his dad sent him to business school. John was a top plumber, but his dad knew that business was changing. College was where John was going to learn the operations of modern business sense. John was doing work for Ally’s employer. The lab that she worked in need new plumbing. John won both the contract and Ally’s heart. In one year they were married.
After breakfast John decided that he would drop of his little three-year-old girls. They were twins but not identical. Lilly was Blond with blue eyes and Jane was a redhead like John’s mother and had soft green eyes. Ally had to run so she kissed everyone and ran out the door. John needed a little more time with the girls. They were close but fought over everything. This morning it was over a hairbrush.
Ally was driving down the same streets she always drove. She grew up in this cozy southern town and always felt a sense of home. Charm and grace was always apart of her hometown. She was born here and this is the place where she would be laid to rest. She came to an intersection and stopped at the red light. Once the light turned she was cautious to look both ways for last second speeders.
She pressed on the gas and moved into the center of the intersection. In the corner of eye saw a rather large sports utility vehicle coming toward her driver’s side door. It must have been doing at least eighty-five mile an hour through this sleepy neighborhood. Ally did not have time to react. The truck hit her full force. Her car tumbled four times before it landed on its side against an old oak tree that was owned by a childhood friend’s house. The driver seeing what he had done left the scene of his making. Mrs. Johnson who owned the house saw what had transpired. She grabbed a pen and some paper and took the trucks license plate number upon seeing the driver flee. She ran to Ally’s car but found her dead. She was still in her seatbelt, but her neck was clearly broken and Ally was bleeding at the mouth.
John drove into his parking spot and saw his old friend Bill who was a cop. John and Bill were friends in high school and belonged to the same civil war re-enactment organization. John was happy to see Bill but when he saw Rev. Adams was behind him John got a cold shiver. When Bill’s words began fill Johns ears, it seemed like a heavy screech from an ones nails moving across a blackboard. John fell to the ground and cried like a child. Bill brought him home where his parents, in-laws, other family members and friends were waiting. In a small southern town bad news gets around very quickly, but does not go unfelt by everyone. A loss to one is a loss to all. Tough days were ahead but he would not be alone. He knew he had to collect himself and proceed to the county morgue.
The police grabbed the man that caused Ally’s death. He was an eighty five year old man who had five speeding tickets in the last eight months since his move from New York to Georgia. His kids tried to have his license taken away but were unsuccessful. His right to drive was greater than his wife right to live. When they grabbed him his only words were I was late picking up my laundry. He pled not guilty and died two months before his trail. John sued for damages and took his estate to the cleaners.
