They thought they had me. Unfortunately for them, I’m smarter than they think. Now I’m sitting across the street and they’ll never even know. Of course, poor Mrs. Macomber knows. She won’t be laid out in any blossoms unless you count the flowers on her bedspread. I did make sure to bless her with the sacred ashes. She’s quiet now. At peace.
A shame, really. She was a good cook. This lasagna she made is delicious.
I’m going to take care of that FBI agent, Evan Wylder, and then I’m taking both of her blossoms and plucking them for myself. I can use the pierced one to make the prettier one behave, and then I’ll finally get the kind of girlfriend I’ve always wanted.
I’ve prayed and prayed, done penance and asked forgiveness in the confessional. I’ve worked so hard to get to this point.
I just didn’t realize I needed twins to make it work.
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