Friday
Thunderstorm
Dear diary,
It looks like the gods are not in a good mood after what I’d done today.
Heartless Patrick told me that he was going to divorce me for a slut when I was still
pregnant. He even had the cheek to threaten me not to give him trouble with his job.
He seemed as if he could not care less about it. As if I could just let him get away
with a few dollar notes! If he could not care less, I do not think I could do. What
I did was extremely simple. Just hammer his head with a frozen lamb leg and the
job was finished. There were no screams, no struggle. Let him die a peaceful death.
The next part was simple. Just go out to the grocer, act as you usually would,
buy things you usually would, and come back, ‘discovering’ his dead body. From
then on, there was no more acting needed. All the old emotions for poor Patrick,
seeing him lying on then carpet lifeless, came flowing out. After that, call the police,
get them to eat the lamb leg, and there you are, with a perfect alibi!
After Jack left, I had all the time to myself. “ I .... I ... I guess I would just go
your place after I’d calmed, ” It was easy. Tomorrow, I would be at their place,
weeping and sobbing, and putting up a fine demonstration of devastation.
Well, I guess that’s all, and I should go and weep over Patrick.
Mary Maloney
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