Dead or Alive? An excerpt from Katerina's Story

 

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Unsure Death

A few years later, after giving up on finding and/or receiving any form of child support from the devil in the five-piece suit, I was notified by a detective from the FBI of the death of Harry Sayer II.  There had been a nationwide valid arrest warrant for seven or eight years, yet no one discovered his death.  They said it was lung cancer that migrated to his brain.  Of course, it did. He smoked upward of three packs of cigarettes a day.  If you do the math, that will average out to continually.  Harry’s social security kicked in at $440.00 per month with a whopping payoff of $2,200.00 for back support due.  Excuse me?  Seven years @ $440.00 per month loss equals out to $36,960.00. I wonder who got the $34,760.00 I didn’t get.  The state of Kentucky! Exactly.

I never did believe he was dead.  I received a copy of the death certificate, which read “cremation.”  I laughed and silently wondered who he conned to get this con accomplished. I always said his life would have made a tremendous Unsolved Mysteries show.  Harry Sayers's life could not have been contained into a one- or two-hour TV show.  That man was not dead, and I knew it. I went so far as to visit a well-known psychic who divulged “Sayer’s” in Las Vegas alive and well.  He had also been in Atlanta, serving as a Juggalo.  That would sound right!   I hadn’t offered her much information, but she had him pegged very well.  She said he was a cross-dresser, but he had hidden that.  

I was amazed at her words because he was always so angry that women got to wear such pretty clothes and men didn’t.  He used to put my pink robe around his big body and do dances for me.   Imagine a Miss Piggy with a short brown permed haircut, and you have the sight I witnessed.  When I met him, he was a large man, but he gained much more due to an eating disorder. I would catch him scarfing the more giant bag of Oreos in the middle of the night.  The whole bag.  He ended up weighing about three hundred pounds at one point. 

To begin with, he was a big man and tended to be slightly feminine.  He loved face masks, wore makeup, and did his nails religiously.  I caught him wearing liquid foundation and mascara.  The psychic, Madam Rusoau, also said she believed he had some plastic surgery done to avoid being discovered alive.