My mother always loved to work in the outdoors. She had spent ten years working as a volunteer at the local park. She did everything from weeding and mowing to planting and watering. The park even gave her a pin with her name on it.
But after ten years she decided to retire from her volunteer position. I wasn't surprised when the park's Board of Directors wanted to have a retirement party. My mother asked me to attend with her.
Arriving, we discovered my mother would be seated at the front table with the Board of Directors. I found an empty seat at one of the small tables with three other guests already seated at it.
"I'm Josie's daughter," I said.
The women seated on either side of me moved hastily to the table next to us.
I looked at the remaining woman seated across the table from me. She gave me a tentative smile.
"You don't look like a killer," the woman whispered.
"A what?" I squeaked.
"Your mother told us her daughter kills people," the woman whispered.
My mother was the sweetest woman you'd ever meet. But - you knew there was going to be a but didn't you? - she had the wickedest sense of humor.
I'm still not sure if I convinced that poor woman that I only kill people on paper.