Comments by Heather Howlett

can we make this more clear that it's the caption that goes with the image?

Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

It blends in to the body of the text too much as is.

this is kind of a strange text feature, but I like how you treated it here.

Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

needs dashes, not these icons

Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

they are supposed to be dashes. Not sure why they came out like this.

Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

not sure what these icons are that are throughout this paragraph?

Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

Personally I couldn’t touch a thing, certainly not what’s been in the house when he was here.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

“Jack,” she said, the next time Sergeant Noonan went by.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

Occasionally one of the detectives asked her another question.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

Would they mind awfully if she stayed just where she was until she felt better.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

"Which grocer?” one of the detectives asked.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

She told how she’d put the meat in the oven-”it’s there now, cooking”- and how she’d stepped out to the grocer for vegetables, and came back to find him lying on the floor.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

“Don’t make supper for me.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

She sat down before the mirror, tidied her hair, touched up her lips and face.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

“We usually go out Thursdays, you know, and now he’s caught me without any vegetables in the house.”

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper; and she must cook it good, and make it as tasty as possible because the poor man was tired; and if, when she entered the house, she happened to find anything unusual, or tragic, or terrible, then naturally it would be a shock and she’d become frantic with grief and horror.

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

She knew the number of the police station, and when the man at the other end answered, she cried to him, “Quick!

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Wed, 22 Feb 2017 15:23:26 -0500

She knew them both- she knew nearly all the men at that precinct- and she fell right into a chair, then went over to join the other one, who was called O’Malley, kneeling by the body.