Miami Memoir. Part 3

I apologise for being a bit quiet on here lately. A succession of common or garden lurgies, a trip to A and E , a nasty reaction to very strong anti-biotics have laid me a little low. All of this is minor stuff of that I am well aware ,as I have friends in constant pain, with very worrying diagnoses. This is without even counting those who have dropped dead this year leaving us so many tangled up in grief.

Also I wanted some time to figure out some stuff about what is happening in the world ..don’t we all?

In the meantime, I thought I would drop some more memoir. Why did I go and live in Miami when I was 20? I dunno but I did!

Parts one and two have already been published and so I have removed the paywall for you.

Part 3 is subs only. Please consider one. Oh yeah I better do the holiday special offer thing !

Thank you for sticking with me. Much more is to come. Actually I am not sure this is very Christmassy . I will try something more festive tomorrow.

Love

Suzanne

Part one is here

https://suzannemoore.substack.com/p/miami-vice

Part two is here

https://suzannemoore.substack.com/p/part-2-of-my-miami-memoir

And here is part three

They were the FBI.

And Kevin was wanted in Carolina for killing several people. Shot them up, as they say, he had held up a bank or something, on some kind of spree that went wrong. He never meant to kill anyone.

I went back to the motel.

There was a note from Marnie. ‘Got a good offer in St Louis’. I knew she came from St Louis. I knew too that she had probably stolen some of my clothes, even though she would never get into them. But I couldn't be bothered to look. I switched on the TV and wondered about myself. I had been living in America more than a month, and my best friends were a murderer and a grounded air hostess, and even they weren't around anymore.

I sat down and wrote a letter to my mother, telling her not to worry about me. Everything was fine.