January Snow

“Damn! Damn! What is this world coming too. Hazel come here for a moment and look at what is going on in this country.” Hazel poked her head out of the kitchen.
“George you know that I am busy with your dinner. Why can’t you watch the news without my help. Sometimes I wonder if you are able to sit in a room by yourself without supervision by me.” Shouted back Hazel Whitmore from the kitchen doorway. Hazel was busy in the kitchen preparing her husband’s favorite meal, Meatloaf surprise with mashed potatoes, Cream Corn, and Mushroom gravy. George was persistent and called his wife again.
“Hazel, you must see this. I think it is someone you know on the news. Really, I am not joking with you. Please come in here and see for yourself.” By now Hazel knew George was just about ready to come and drag her from the kitchen. Hazel put down her mixing bowl, wiped the cracker meal from her fingers, and rushed into the living room.
“George, this had better not be a joke. I have dinner to put on the stove, and you know how cranky you get if I am late with your dinner.” Hazel sat down next to her husband and looked at the TV set in the corner. What Hazel saw on the TV was photograph of a women and a man being shown to the viewers by a national reporter. Hazel gave a small sign and watched has her Husband’s excitement mounted.
“Well, I will be a Warty Toad, Hazel isn’t that a younger picture of you they are showing with this January guy sitting next to you?” George pointed to the dark- haired man to the right in the picture. The photograph was old, but George saw the resemblance to the women in the picture to his wife Hazel. The photo disappeared and the dark-haired man in the photo was being interviewed by a blonde reporter banishing a microphone in the front of his face. Hazel reached over to the set to turn up the volume.
“Mr. January, is it true you are being asked by the police not to leave town until they check out your alibi on the night your wife disappeared?”