“Did you typically organize Dr. Rosen’s pillbox?”
“Uhm-hmm. Doesn’t mean I poisoned him.”
“We know that.”
“You think I murdered Dr. Rosen because I’m black?”
“No, ma’am. We’re just trying to get an idea as to who might’ve had access to the pill organizer.”
“Anyone who walked in the damn door, that’s who. We just left it out on the kitchen counter. Wasn’t locked up inside a safe or anything. This week, I filled up all the slots on Wednesday morning. You talk to Christine?”
“Yes, ma’am,” says Ceepak.
“Good. The last old lady she worked for, that Mrs. Crabtree, she died, too.”
“So we have heard. Was anyone else at the house on Saturday morning-besides you and Christine Lemonopolous?”
“David and Judy showed up. A little after eight.”
Ceepak pulls out his notebook.
“Why were David and Judith there?”
“To make me work overtime.”
“Excuse me?”
“David and his wife, they don’t like Christine. Not since she and her lawyer put a public whooping on that Shona Oppenheimer woman-that’s Judy Rosen’s sister.”
“Yes. We know that.”
“She wants everybody to call her Judith so I call her Judy.”
“I see.”
“Christine can’t be in the same room when David or Judy stop by. So, she has to disappear and I’ve got to be with Dr. Rosen in case he needs to use the bathroom.”
“And why were David and Judith at Dr. Rosen’s home on Saturday morning?”
“They said they wanted to see how ‘Dad was holding up’ after the ‘ugly family dinner’ on Friday night.”
She makes the face she makes every time she says “Uhmhmmm”-a look that tells you, no matter what you’re selling, Monae Dunn isn’t buying it.