Murder In Mississippi - Part 1

I knocked on the most elaborate door I’d ever seen.  It was at the end of a very well to do street, where all of the houses looked older than the Constitution, but had elaborate Victorian architecture.  None of the other residents seemed at all helpful or even aware of the murder of Stephen Breyer, despite his body being found only a mile away.  I prayed the owners of this house were more helpful in my search.

It was definitely the biggest house on the block, with its own winding path leading up to it.  The large yard held many curiosities, some of which I would have loved to have a chance to look at, if only time permitted.

Without too much delay, the door opened with a loud creak.  I was shocked to see the morbidly obese woman standing in the doorway, seemingly unable to fit through the frame.  She had a pear shaped body, with much of the weight going to her ultra wide hips.  Her bosom was intensely large, with vast cleavage spilling out of her otherwise conservative Victoria era dress.  She had long, flowing golden hair with rosie colored cheeks with blue eyes squeezed in above them.

She had to be well over 500 pounds, maybe more than 600.  I was by means a large man at 5’4, and thin as a rail at 130 pounds, but she made me feel beyond tiny.  She wore a wide smile as she looked down at me from her over 6 foot stature.

“Well hello, my dear,” she said.

“Hello ma’am,” I replied.

“Such manners,” she said.  “What brings you to our humble abode?”

“My name is Detective Harvey Rutteger, and I was hoping you could help me answer a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Detective?” she asked pensively.  She thought for a moment, looking at the ceiling.  Then her eyes quickly darted back to me.  “Oh please do come in.  We would just love to have you, and help you in any way we can.”  And with that, she moved to the side, allowing me entrance into the foyer.

As I entered the house, I noticed that my head barely peaked over her massive bosom, each one well beyond the size of my head.  Her size was intimidating, but her hospitality was welcoming.  However, as I passed by her, I felt a strong hand grasp all the way around my scrawny arm.

“Young man!” she exclaimed in an astonished voice.  “You are so skinny and frail.  You must be hungry!  Let me get you something to eat.  If you need to use the restroom, it’s down the hall and to the left.”  Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.  She waddled into the next room, which must have been the kitchen.