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Nothing Like A Mystery To Calm My Nerves (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Mar 12 2023Views/Reads: 75/29Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If I want real rest from my labors, it will only come from my relationship with Jesus Christ. Nothing can compromise that rest.

Nothing calms me down more than a mystery when I have a busy week. 

The other afternoon I got caught up and faced some rather stressful
situations. The remedy to all of this would be to watch one of those 
mystery movies. 

One was playing that afternoon, so I decided to rearrange my schedule,
enjoy the afternoon watching that mystery movie with a nice hot cup of 
coffee, and maybe adding an Apple Fritter to it makes it even more 

As I began watching this mystery, the first part is always the murder.
So who was it that committed this murder? That is the detective's job 
to find out the murderer. 

As these mystery movies begin, I like to guess who the real murderer is.
I am usually wrong but don't tell anybody, especially The Gracious 
Mistress of the Parsonage. 

Getting involved in the story, the detectives brought in one suspect
they believed committed the crime. 

I was getting involved when I heard someone walk into the living room;
it was The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She looked at the TV, 
then back at me and said very firmly, "He is not the murderer. The wife 
is the one who murdered her husband." 

Then she turned around and returned to do her kitchen work. 

I chuckled a little because how would she know who the murderer was at
this point in the movie? 

Watching this, the detectives finally concluded that the subject they
were interviewing was not the one who did the murder. 

Then they came up with another suspect, and as they were interviewing
him, a head popped into the living room; it was The Gracious Mistress 
of the Parsonage. "He's not the guilty one; the wife killed her 
husband; trust me on this." 

Of course, if anybody knows what wives are capable of, it would be her. 

I knew she was wrong about the wife killing her husband. They had
interviewed this wife, who had a good alibi; the detectives crossed her 
off the suspect list. 

They brought in several more suspects, and they were all cleared as far
as the crime. Finally, they got to the place where no other suspects 
were in view. 

Suddenly, someone appeared as a suspect that they did not see before.
That's the way a good mystery goes. The one they had seemed like a very 
good prospect. He had no credible alibi at the time of the murder. 

The more they interviewed him, the more it seemed like he was the

Watching it, I began to agree that they finally got their murderer. All
they had to do was collect the evidence needed to convict him. 

Just then, a head popped into the living room. "He did not do the
killing," she said very emphatically. "As I said before, the wife 
killed her husband." 

I did not know how she came up with that because she was working in the
kitchen, and I was watching the television. So how could she know 
things about the mystery I didn't know? 

"You're wrong," I said to her, "all the evidence points to this one they
just arrested. No other person has his evidence." 

She poked her head back in, and I said, "The wife is not in the picture
right now. She could not have done the crime." 

With one of her smiles, she replied, "Trust me. The wife did it. If I'm

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