Hey there!!!! I'm happy to announce that Chapter 11 of Sisters Divided is coming along nicely, it should be up by next week (hopefully, barring swim meets and band rehearsals). I got the idea for this a while ago and just decided to cave to the impulse to write this crossover. Why hasn't anybody else thought of this yet? Bones belongs to Kathy Reichs, FOX, and Hart Hanson. The Lovely Bones belongs to Alice Sebold and her publisher.
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen years old when I was murdered on December 6, 1973.
Her name is Brennan, like Christopher Brennan, the poet, or Brennan's Pizza in New Hampshire near my Grandfather's cabin. Her first name, Temperance, but the man, Seeley, always calls her Bones. I've watched them curiously for a year now; she's a forensic anthropologist. He's an FBI agent, Special Agent actually, and a former Army Ranger. If I were alive, I would be older than both of them. But I'm not alive. They are. It's a shame really; I think we'd be good friends if I was alive.
The Manchester Police did find Mr. Harvey's body, almost a year after he was killed. He was identified and buried with little ceremony and almost no mourners. I haven't seen him in the main Heaven; my grandfather said he isn't in heaven. I'm happy he isn't.
I guess you're wondering why I'm interested in the lives of this unlikely duo from Washington D.C. Or why I care about what happened to Mr. Harvey's body. They found my body. Or more like my safe and bones. They gave me a name and face, and my Lindsey closure of what happened to me. My family was able to have a real funeral with a body.
They couldn't charge him for my death, they couldn't charge anyone. They just gave me the justice I had always been waiting for. For that I am eternally grateful. Temperance's mother, Ruth, is incredibly proud of her daughter. I'm glad Mrs. Brennan invited me to come watch over her daughter that one day.
I'm getting ahead of myself. This story starts in the fall of 2009, late September to early October to be more precise. It all started because of a silly dare between middle school boys…
That's it for now; I need to get to bed. I'm sick, and I have a swim meet on Wednesday. Here's hoping I'm going to be able to swim in it!
Chapter One should be up soon. Night.