BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 145
At the end of that week, drunk as hell at one in the morning, I called and woke her
up. Her father was swearing and wanted her to hang up, but she stood her ground.
I drove to her house and waited. She came out in her pj‟s and robe, then got in
my car. All I could ask was, “Why, Baby? Why?”
She said nothing. Had no reply.
We looked at each other a few minutes. It was a very long time. A good five
minutes, maybe more, of complete silence. Finally, I said, “Give me back the ring.”
Jackie had beautiful dark brown eyes. There‟d been times I could honestly get
lost in them. There‟d also been times they shimmered, indicating something very deep
within her was in terrible torment. Telling me there was something very seriously wrong
with Jackie. Her crazy look. It filled her eyes and face at that moment.
Wordlessly, she removed my ring and gave it back to me. I never saw the girl
again until one day in 1971, after I married Donna Turpin. In the ER at Sparrow
Hospital. My brother staged yet another phony suicide attempt with a drug overdose.
My folks begged me to come to the hospital.
Jackie and I exchanged pleasantries, but there really wasn‟t anything to be said
between us. Anything that might‟ve been died the night I caught her. She later moved to
Arizona. I heard she was married and really hoped she was finally happy, but I don‟t
think it happened.
Jackie died in 1973. Her mother had the body flown home and arranged a closed
casket service. She “leaked” to a few of Jackie‟s former close friends it was a kidney
problem. Word on the street was drugs caused her death.
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