← This is a story of two conmen who conned each other while they were conning us and cut each other's throats like a couple of petty criminals settling scores... 🔊✎
← And then she went into her bedroom, her bedroom that smelled of lavender, with little embroidered doilies and plush frames, and there she cut her throat, Creon. She is stretched out now on one of the little old-fashioned twin beds, in the same place where you first saw her when she was still a girl, and with the same smile, just a little sadder. And if there weren't that large red stain on the sheets around her neck, you'd think she was asleep. 🔊✎