Blog #8 - Questions and (no) Answers


Since moving into the Foxberry, Dorothy tried as best she could to focus on each day at a time. It was a way of coping and moving on from the traumatic events that had happened in New York and with her father. Her photography and hours spent at school were a way of zoning her mind in on the present, which seemed to help her get past her hardships. However, the reoccurring discussions regarding the death of Mr. Evans haunted her mind, disrupting her practice of taking each day at a time.

When Dorothy first arrived in the town, she was going through constant mental breakdowns and got addicted to pills. They were what caused some memory loss and actions that she otherwise would not take. As the months have passed, she has finally accepted that she was there when Mr. Evans was killed.

She’s still not sure if she had anything to do with it, or why she was there, but she was. And now that the memories have become more vivid, it is taking everything in her power to not focus on that horrible time. Dorothy keeps telling herself that the past is the past, and the only thing she has control over is the present.

While passing through the lobby on her way to school one morning, Dorothy was given a pamphlet with the words Keys to Survival boldly printed on the front. It felt to her like an odd thing to be handing out, especially since they didn’t appear to be part of any sort of organization. The people seemed to just be stood in the lobby for themselves, talking about the “boils” of the town and how to survive them.

As she walked down the street, Dorothy opened the pamphlet, skimming through the motivational lingo that she has seen thousands of times all over social media. However, when she saw the red circle around the words “The Self,” it made her stop in her tracks.

What are the odds that the pamphlet she received had those words circled? Had she been going about self-improvement all wrong? Was her photography - that supposedly was a form of meditation - actually causing her to focus more on others?

These questions came to her mind as she read over and over again the meaning of “The Self,” but no answers followed. Dorothy spent the rest of the day contemplating the meaning behind her actions and if any of them were actually helping her move on from the memories of her dad.


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  1. Bea MacArthurMarch 20, 2019 at 11:58 AM

    You are mentioned in my latest blog

    "I'm not here for my mail. I want to know what you think you're doing meeting with Dorothy Rose all the time lately."
    "Excuse me?"
    "We're all trying to solve this murder and you're fraternizing with our number one suspect?"
    "No of course we're trying to solve the murder, I brought up the idea that Dorothy might have something to do with it when Ack-, when I found some more mentions of Roses in Mr. Evans' letters. But I haven't talked to Dorothy more than a polite hello when she gets her mail."
    "Not at all?"
    "Not at all." Bea was baffled, for lack of a better word. Why would anyone think she had been meeting with Dorothy? Unless Dorothy was going somewhere that looked like she could be meeting Bea while Bea wasn't actually there.
    "Oh no." Bea got all the way out of her chair now.
    "Oh no what?" Stephanie asked.
    "You thought I was meeting her in here, right?"
    "Yeah."
    "She could have been stealing mail I was holding from Evans' pile. His whole case got stolen from the police station."
    "Oh no."
    Bea and Stephanie burst through the door into the back room, and opened the drawer where Bea had been keeping Evans' mail.
    It was empty.

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