Marlene Makes a Donation

Man drove past Annie Bloom's books store and the licorice store (yes, the self same one that has unlabeled strawberry micorice), and pulled to a stop at the curb in front of the Multnomah Art Center. Marlene was certain this was the right place to leave the body currently residing in the back of Man's truck. In addition to hosting a number of senior citizen events, the Art Center was home to a community policing office. If finding a dead body in your soon to be closet, in your new community wasn't a community policing problem, she didn't know what was.
"Come on, Man," Marlene said. "We need to wrap this guy up in the comforter and bring him in to the office," Man pulled the by now very stiff, stiff into the back of his vehicle and did his best to wrap him in the blanket. He pulled the body to the edge of the truck bed. "You take one end," he said, indicating two corners of the blanket.
"Can't you just throw him over your shoulder and carry him?" Marlene asked not wanting to wrinkle her linen pants any further.
"No I can't," Man replied, his face turning an intriguing shade of red.
"Oh, very well," she said and gingerly picked up the two offered corners of the blanket.
Man grabbed the other end, and they lifted and dragged the comforter clad body to the sidewalk in front of the center. "You wait with him," Marlene said to Man.
She entered the building and rapped sharply on the door to the community policing office. Nothing happened, so she tried the knob. No luck. This was undoubtedly the result of the same budget cuts that were causing the police to release dangerous criminals from jail. Marlene stormed back out to Man and the body.
"No one seems to be home," Marlene reported.
"Now what are we going to do?" Man asked.
"We aren't going to do anything," she replied. "I'm tired of this guy. Besides, it's time for Mydia's snack." She bent down to tuck the blanket more firmly around the body, only to find an elderly woman in a pastel plaid skirt and pink high top tennis shoes removing the penny loafers from the body.
"What do you think you're doing?" Marlene asked.
"This gentleman is making a donation to our rummage sale," she replied.
"Oh, well, I suppose that is a worthy cause," Marlene said. "Just be quick about it,"
"Do you think he wants to donate his socks too? the woman asked.