SHELLEY:

       Silence falls on the other end of the phone as she looks 
      over the body that lies before her. She knows that Chester
      was right, that she’s managed to get herself out of sticky 
      situations in the past. Maybe she had been wrong to call 
      him. “—He isn’t breathing! I didn’t mean to, he was hurting
      me and it wasn’t worth it just for some smack! I didn’t mean
      to, Ches….it was an accident, you have to believe me!”

             MUTE VACILLATION FROM HER LINE composes NO auditory discord
             to shudder in utterance ; it, notwithstanding, plucks at his TURBULENCE to prop-
             agate shrill, raucous note buzzing in his ears. Primary interaction depicted her to
             NOT be one stunned into silence as intuition recognized NO manifestation of
             culpability. He’s fathomed her a strong, tenacious woman as any - apprehension
             should NOT have been familiar to her vernacular.

                                                “Where ARE you Shelley?”

                       Nonchalant diction has been PERFECTED over the years in
                       situations as this ; instances where broadcasting veracious
                       UNEASE was counter-intuitive.