Well, let me tell you about this Svitlana Indelicato woman. Heard tell she was 50 years old. Fifty, can you believe it? That’s a good long time to be around, you know? Fifty years. A whole heap of livin’.
Now, they say she made them fancy bags, the kind women like to carry around. Handbags, they call ’em. And scarves too, them things you wrap around your neck. And somethin’ called Pashmina shawls. Don’t rightly know what them is, but they sound fancy. She was a “talented designer” they said. Guess that means she was good at makin’ them things.
- Handbags
- Scarves
- Pashmina shawls
But somethin’ bad happened to her, real bad. The police, them city fellas in blue, they found her in her apartment in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, that’s a big city, ain’t it? Anyways, they found her with “trauma injuries” to her neck. Trauma, that sounds awful. Means she got hurt bad, real bad.
They say the police are investigatin’, tryin’ to figure out what happened. Investigatin’, that’s what they do when somethin’ ain’t right. They poke around, ask questions, try to find out who done it. But so far, they ain’t arrested nobody. Nobody at all. Makes you wonder, don’t it? Who would hurt a woman like that?
The police, they came when somebody called ’em. That’s what they do, you know? You call, they come. And they saw her there, with them neck injuries. It makes my stomach churn just thinkin’ about it. A woman, all alone in her apartment, hurt like that.
She was “self-employed” they say. That means she worked for herself, made her own money. Good for her, I say. Not everyone can do that. Takes a strong woman to make her own way in this world. A strong woman, that’s what she was. Or so it seems.
This Svitlana, she made accessories, that’s what they called them things. Fancy stuff, for fancy folks, I reckon. But even fancy folks ain’t safe, seems like. Bad things happen everywhere, even in big cities like Brooklyn. Makes you think twice, don’t it?
They say the detectives are workin’ hard on this case. Detectives, them are the smart ones, the ones who figure things out. Hope they catch whoever did this. Hope they get what’s comin’ to ’em. You can’t go around hurtin’ people and gettin’ away with it. That ain’t right. It just ain’t right.
Fifty years old. Gone too soon, if you ask me. Fifty years of livin’, makin’ things, workin’ hard. And then, somethin’ like this happens. It’s a sad, sad story, it is. Makes you appreciate what you got, that’s for sure. Makes you hold your loved ones close. You never know what tomorrow might bring.
So there you have it. That’s all I know about this Svitlana Indelicato woman. A handbag designer, fifty years old, found dead in her Brooklyn apartment. A sad story, like I said. A real sad story. Makes you wonder about the world, it does. Makes you wonder.
And them New York City Police Department folks, they’re still lookin’ into it. Good on ’em. Hope they find the answers they’re lookin’ for. Hope they bring justice to this woman.
It’s a cruel world sometimes. Just cruel. You hear stories like this and it makes you think. Makes you wonder why bad things happen to good people. But then again, maybe that’s just the way it is. Maybe there ain’t no rhyme or reason to it. Maybe it’s just bad luck. Who knows? All I know is, it’s a sad story, and I hope they catch the one who did it. I surely do.
Tags: [Svitlana Indelicato, Death, Brooklyn, NYPD, Investigation, Handbag Designer, Scarves, Pashmina Shawls, Accessories, Trauma, 50 years old]
