Page 113 - Herzlia HS Magazine 2021

REVENGE IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

“Mrs Trent, I’m Officer Meghan Jacobson, “ she started. “ I regret to
inform you that there has been an accident...”

As those words tumbled out of her mouth - I knew. I knew with
absolute certainty that my plan had worked. Perfectly. Over the

pounding of my own heartbeat I was able to piece together words
like “Single-vehicle collision”; “Crashed into utility pole” ; “dead on site”. I

fought hard to contain my chagrin smile and ironically, the
redheaded policewoman seemed to be more visibly shaken than I

was. Stuttering through her sentences with her eyes slightly glossed
over.

Never one to be outdone, I turned on the waterworks. Salty tears
streamed down my cheeks. I had to sell it, sell my grief, my anguish.

Officer Jacobson eventually left, but not before reminding me that
she had to make a few more follow-up visits while continuing to

express her deepest sympathy for my loss.

My husband, Joey Trent, died on-site by crashing his car into a utility
pole. Joey Trent. An aspiring “New York Times” journalist - with his

curly hair, lanky figure and glasses that were always just the slightest
bit crooked. Joey Trent, my husband, who called me Lizzie, instead of
Elizabeth, and didn’t know the difference between a turtle and

tortoise. Joey Trent, my husband - my scheming, lying, adulterous
husband...was dead.