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Oh, yes.

Yes, that's it.

That's it.

He's the most attractive man I've ever seen in my life.

Oh, God, I love him.

I'm so in love with him.

Whoever he is.

Whoever he is.

This would be me.

This would be me.

Oh, God, it's so big.

It's so big, it's so hard.

Oh, he's strong. He's really strong.

It warms my pussy all over.

Oh, yeah. I can feel his big balls throbbing against my thigh.

Oh, I wish.

If he could only see me now.

Oh, he'd leave that horrible slut.

He'd leave her.

He'd come to me. He'd love me.

He'd make love to me.

I'd talk dirty to him.

Oh, yeah, I'd talk dirty to him.

She talks dirty to him all the time.

Oh, I'd let him lick me and suck me. I'd be his whore.

Yeah, I'd be his whore. He could lick my nipples and pull on me.

Then I'd pull his cock out.

I'd pull his cock out of his pants, and I would lick his big cock.

Oh, and I'd let my saliva just run down.

And I'd get his hard knob in my mouth, and I would just roll my tongue all

around it just like that.

Oh, God, I let him stick his finger up my ass.

And he could just suck me in till I come.

Make it wet. It's so good.

Oh, I can just feel his tongue licking me.

Oh, yes, it's good, and he loves it.

And he puts a big cock on my foot.

Oh, he puts it up there, and he just rams it up my foot.

Yes. Just rammed that cock up there.

Just a finger up my ass.

I put a finger up my ass.

Make it come all over you.

Pull your dick out.

Rub it all over my tits.

I want you to shoot your cum all over my pussy.

Oh, yeah. I want you to drive it in there.

Oh, yeah, drive it in there.

Yeah.

Oh, make me cum.

Oh, yeah, I love you so much.

If you could only see me.

That never can be.

And with love, it's so easy

to be deceived.

And now I'm looking back, what would seem to be a lifetime.

The things I've seen and the truth I've come to know.

And when all is said and done, what does it matter?

even you've heard it said that you reap

reap just what you sow I

only wish

it could be as easy

simple as a yes or no but for now

I keep thinking

I want to be alive to be

thinking there's no stopping me now

and I

Dear Madam Rona, I enjoy your magazine and read it every month,

especially your column.

I find it very exciting and sometimes titillating.

I also find your advice always correct.

I am in love with a man who doesn't know me.

Believe me.

I am a woman who minds her own business.

But I can't help noticing what's going on in the house across the court from

mine.

It started about four months ago.

A nice man lives there with his wife.

When he goes to work, another man visits her.

Sometimes, when the shutters aren't closed, I see them make love.

Dear Madam Rona,

I'm writing to you out of sheer frustration.

My husband has started drinking and never makes love to me anymore.

Well, almost never.

I know he's a good man and was a good lover before all this happened.

How can I help him through this crisis?

I'm frustrated.

You're frustrated.

Your problem, unfortunately, is not unique.

You need to divert your husband's energies.

You might try something... Something to divert his

energies from drink.

He might try working with his hands.

That felt good.

But don't you think we should be reading the letter?

Nothing wrong with taking a little bit of a coffee break.

Mmm.

That's just amazing.

But we really should get back to work.

You're right.

What other cries of pain do we have?

Something interesting, Joyce?

Dear Madame Rona, I enjoy your magazine and I read it every month.

Especially your column.

I find it very exciting and sometimes titillating.

I also find your advice always correct.

True.

I'm in love with a man who doesn't know me. Believe me.

I'm a woman who minds my own business.

Whoops.

But I can't help noticing what's going on in the house across the court from

mine. Hmm.

Apparently this nice lady has a beautiful pair of binoculars.

It started about four months ago.

A nice man lives there with his wife.

When he goes to work, another man visits her.

Sometimes when the setters aren't closed, I see them making love.

This was exciting to watch at first.

I'll bet it was.

Although I didn't approve, of course.

Oh, she has morals.

Her husband seems to be nice and doesn't deserve such treatment.

Eventually, I fell in love with her visitor.

She what?

The way he looked, the way he made love to her made me tingle inside.

It grew to the point where I yearned for him so much I couldn't stand it.

Should I tell her husband what's been going on behind his back and make an

attempt to win the other man's charm?

Or should I forget the whole thing?

Found concerned neighbor.

Well, concerned neighbor.

Don't be such a concerned neighbor.

You are obviously a nosy old witch who...

Look, it's not worth it.

Okay, look, just write her a letter telling her to mind her own business and

to interfere.

How many more?

Quite a few.

Okay, look, let's get through every single one of them, even if it means

through dinner. I want to play some tennis tomorrow morning, all right?

Okay, but you should phone your wife.

Yes, ma 'am.

Hello? Marty, this is George. Are you busy?

Yeah, George. I'm trying to finish up this month's column.

Well, take about a half -hour break, all right?

I'm down here on the second floor in the photo studio, and Ron Stevens is here

photographing a new girl for the magazine.

And I think you should take a peek.

She's gorgeous.

I guess I can't take a half -hour break.

Are you going to be there?

No, I have an appointment.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Joyce.

Go out and get some dinner. I'll meet you back here in about 45 minutes.

All right? I've got to do something for the boss.

Sure. Do you want something to eat?

Yeah. Get me a sandwich and a beer.

Okay.

You nervous about it? Uh -huh.

Me too.

He's a gong. Yeah.

So,

um, well, we don't, we don't really have a theme here, but we want to shoot.

Something you like, you enjoy.

I like amusement parks.

Amusement parks?

I don't think we can bring an amusement park in here, you know?

Yeah.

What do you like about amusement parks?

I like the big rest, like the roller coasters, the big ones.

Oh, yeah?

Biggest thing?

No.

You ever been to Coney Island?

Uh -uh.

Coney Island is the number one ranked...

What'd you call it?

Rollercoaster.

Rollercoaster in the world.

It's a wooden rollercoaster.

And I've taken it a lot, you know, because I'm from New York.

What do you think about the tunnel of love?

I'm serious, have you taken it?

Have you ever taken the tunnel of love?

No. No?

No.

It's been a long time. Am I sweating?

Yeah.

Okay.

I think you're really cute.

Thank you.

Is this your bathing suit?

Yeah.

So, would it... I don't know how we're going to do this.

Well, uh... Hello?

I've been a... About 12 years.

12 years.

Yeah. You know, before, when you walked in, you looked like Madonna to me. When

you walked in, you know, the singer?

Yeah. But you don't look like her now.

You look more like yourself.

You know what I mean?

Anybody ever told you that?

That I look like myself.

No, Madonna.

I don't.

Do you like dancing?

Yes, I do. I like dancing, yes.

Do you know how to dance?

Uh -huh. You do?

I don't.

I don't know how to slow dance.

I don't know how to fast dance, but I've never danced that way.

Like what kind?

Well... Just fast dance. When it was slow dance, when I was going to my

prom, my brother's girlfriend taught me how to slow dance. And she started

dancing and I got a heart attack.

So I got really embarrassed.

And I could never do it again because of that. You know, because it was my

brother's girlfriend. She had, like, tits and I was, like, dancing. And all

sudden I said, oh, that's good. And I got away, you know.

But I've grown up. I don't think that would happen to me anymore.

If I, you know, did my slow dance. You could teach me that.

Okay. Yeah? Do you hold hands?

No. Not really.

You really don't know how to dance, do you?

Thank you.

You sound happy.

Where are you?

In the office.

I won't be home till after six.

You mean poor little Ellen has to eat all by herself?

I'm sorry.

I've got a lot of work to finish up on.

I've ordered out for a sandwich.

Okay, I'll just make myself some eggs or something.

See you later.

So, do you like your eggs up or over easy?

oh god

Oh, God.

What? That woman, concerned neighbor, she lives on your street.

Oh?

938 Hillside. That's your address, right?

Yeah. Well, she lives on 942 Hillside.

I'll be right back, okay?

Talk to me about this, darling.

Well, now, did you give any good advice to your readers today?

A little.

I'm awfully tired, Martin.

Nothing like being needed.

I read your column in the new issue today, Martin.

That's nice.

Much of your tacky.

Thanks. I thought it was bad, too.

I did write another chapter in my novel, however, today.

That's good.

That is good.

You know, five years is an awfully long time to be writing on one book, Martin.

At that rate, you'll be dead before it's published.

Very funny.

Isn't that sad?

Only your publisher, your secretary, and your wife know how famous you are.

You've got quite a following, Madame Rona.

The Martin Collins is a nobody.

Ellen. Have you seen my lighter?

No, I haven't seen your lighter.

Can you believe it? That's the third one I've lost this month.

And you had my initials written on it, too.

Oh, well.

Madam Rona will buy me another one.

What are you doing?

This place is driving me nuts.

I want to move.

Why?

There's some woman who lives across the court.

And all she does all day is look out her window and spy on her neighbors.

Are you serious?

Of course I'm serious.

Which house is it?

One across from ours.

942, I think. I don't know.

from there.

I thought I was tired.

Look, you're my wife. You have to fuck me sometime.

Hops! Hops! I'll show you hops!

Martin, what are you doing home so early?

For me?

Well, of course, darling.

Excellent.

You liar!

Did I forget what day it was, Ellen? Christmas?

Easter?

Our anniversary, maybe?

All right. I'm expecting someone, okay?

Maybe you better leave.

She was right.

Who was right?

The concerned neighbor.

Who you waiting for, Ellen?

Wouldn't you like to know? I want you to tell me.

Dear, dear.

I'll write you a letter, Madam Rona. I'll let you know.

I'm warning you.

You're not in a position to warn anybody.

How? You're hurting my arm.

What are you going to do?

Divorce me?

How's that going to look in the papers?

Famous Madam Rona.

You can't even hold on to your own wife.

I swear I'll... Why don't you just get out of here?

I'm waiting for someone, and he's none of your business.

Ellen.

Joyce, do me a favor and bring me in the new column, all right?

Okay.

Your wife called this morning.

Okay, I better call her.

No, stay, stay. I need you.

What's the matter? I can't hear you.

No, look, I'm going to come home.

Ellen? Ellen?

She sounded frightened.

Frightened? I don't know. I couldn't understand what she was saying.

about somebody being in the other room.

Look, I have a feeling something's wrong. I want you to call the police and

them send somebody over, all right? Okay.

Operator, give me the police.

So, uh... Two and a half hours. I'd say two and a half hours, two and three

-four.

Oh. You Collins?

Yeah. Why? What's wrong?

I'm Lieutenant Scully.

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

What sort of news?

Your wife's been murdered.

What?

Sir.

Who would want to kill Ellen?

We don't know.

When we got here, she was already dead.

Struck in the head. Probably with this statue.

Mr. Collins, I know it's not a perfect time to be asking questions, but

your secretary called just a little while ago.

Mind telling us why?

I was at the office. I called Ellen and she sounded frightened.

Said somebody were here.

There. Sergeant.

Yeah. Yeah. Bring in the other gentleman.

Yes.

Murray. Ron Stevens?

I don't know what to say.

So, uh, you guys know each other, huh?

Yeah, it's like I said, Lieutenant.

I work for the same magazine as the photographer.

Does he?

Lieutenant, I'm not lying.

Mr. Stevens discovered the body.

Were you here when I called Ellen, Ron?

No.

When I got here, she was dead.

What were you doing here in the first place?

Ellen called me and said that she wanted to come over and talk about me taking

some pictures of her.

Strange.

She never mentioned anything to me about pictures.

She said it was for a present.

So, uh, you were here on business.

That's right, business.

So who let you in, Mr. Stevens?

No one.

The door was open.

Was Mrs. Collins in the habit of leaving her front door open?

Never. She always kept the front door locked. Excuse me, gentlemen.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

We're all finished back here, so we're going to go back to the lab.

Find any prints?

Yeah, we found some.

Good. Let me know the minute you get your slides, ma 'am. Okay.

My prints are on that statue.

I came in the door. I saw the dead body lying there and a statue there.

So I picked it up.

I see, Mr. Stevens.

Wait a minute now. That's a perfectly natural reaction.

I want to call my lawyer.

Yeah, you can do that when you get down to the station. Sergeant, check his

pockets. Okay.

Empty them.

Yeah.

I've never seen that kid before in my life.

You killed Ellen. Okay, Mr. Collins, let's just take it easy now.

Easy.

Take him downtown, Sergeant.

Okay, let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

As well as you know anybody that you work with, I guess.

What was his attitude towards your wife?

What do you mean?

Come on, Mr. Collins.

A murder was committed here today.

Didn't it never cross your mind that your wife might have been involved with

another man?

Never. Never once occurred to you?

Never. She was always very faithful to me.

Isn't it possible that a clever wife can fool her husband?

We're finished here, Lieutenant.

We're taking the body down to the morgue.

Lieutenant, what if there was another man?

And that man killed Ellen.

It's possible that other man is Ron Stevens, isn't it?

Mr. Collins, how are you? I'm okay. Look, Joyce, I'm coming into the office

today and get some work done.

Do you really think that's best? I mean, since... I know, but I feel the best

thing I can do is work.

Now, I'd like you to look through some of the recent letters and pick out, you

know, some that you think would be good for our next issue.

Okay, if you think that's best. Bye.

Dear Madam Rona, my problem is the love triangle between my boyfriend Jim and

his younger brother Dave.

It started very innocently.

I have this attraction for Dave, not only because I was fond of him, but also

strong physical attraction.

I often fantasize about getting it on with both of them at the same time.

Frequently I would dwell on the thought of how it would feel to have Dave's cock

buried deep inside me.

While Jim would watch, getting very turned on.

One day we were hanging around the pool, soaking up the sun.

We were laughing and talking and had smoked a little grass.

Dave and I started to talk and tease each other about sex, which had that

effect by making me hot as hell.

Dripping wet and full of good ideas.

Jim and I...

are quite open with each other.

And I had mentioned to him before that I had a fantasy about the two of them

making love to me.

I had no hopes of fulfilling this fantasy because it was a little too

home.

But we were quite high that day.

Dave started to play like he was going to throw me in the pool.

He kept rummaging against me, stealing a feel here and there.

It was very obvious he was turned on.

And I looked over at Jim.

I nearly flipped when he gave me, for the first time, a definite okay on what

was happening.

you

Thank you.

Thank you.

I will.

It was a very exciting experience.

But since then, I'm in love with both of them.

And they're so jealous of each other.

They've even had a few physical fights over me.

How do we resolve this problem?

A sign caught in the middle.

I'm Suna Bartman.

How are you, Joyce?

I'm fine.

You should have stayed home.

No. Don't worry. This is the best place for me.

Marty. I told you not to come back to the office.

Go home. Your column can wait a few days.

Not if these are any indication.

We can pull the column out of the magazine for the next issue.

That doesn't sound like my publisher.

Well, your publisher's your friend.

And as your friend, I say you need a vacation.

I don't think the police would want me to leave right now.

Why not? You're not a suspect.

By the way, I had a little talk with Lieutenant Scully today.

I told him that you wrote the Madame Rona column.

And I mentioned to him not to say anything to the reporters.

I see.

Mustn't let the readers know that Madam Rona is involved in a murder case,

right?

That's what I told the publisher.

I'll get that.

Yeah.

No, this is George Anton.

Uh -huh. Martin Collins is busy right now.

Yeah? Okay.

That was Ron Stevens' lawyer.

He's still in jail. He wants to see you.

Fuck him.

Let him rot there.

Look, Maury, I have an idea.

I'm driving up to my country home for the weekend.

Why don't you put your things away and come with me?

You know how much fun you have up there.

Yeah.

No.

Look,

I think it's too soon for that kind of fun, all right?

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I'll see you Monday, all right?

Take care.

Hello. Lieutenant, this is Dolan.

Stevens asked to see Collins today.

I know.

There's something wrong here.

What's wrong, Sarge? You think we got the wrong man?

I don't know.

Collins' secretary phoning us.

It's almost as if he wanted us to arrive in time to find Stevens.

I just don't feel right about it.

You're a good cop.

But no matter how you feel about a case, you're bound by the evidence.

I'll admit it's fishy, but when his wife was murdered, Collins was downtown in

his office.

You see, Stevens was on the scene.

His fingerprints were on the murder weapon.

And he had his own key to the house.

I arrested the man the evidence pointed to.

Suppose he knew that his wife was playing around.

Suppose so.

What difference does it make? We can't prove it.

No, no, forget about it.

Come on, have a nice weekend. I'll see you on Monday.

Hi,

Marty.

George, hi.

Hi.

Look, the way you've been working the last couple of weeks since you know,

you're driving yourself too hard. What you need is a little relaxation.

You think so, huh?

That's right.

Now, I want you to come up to my place for the weekend, and I won't take no for

an answer.

Well, I always did like the parties you had at your place.

I know you did.

Hey, why not give it a shot? I can't wear black forever, right?

That's right. So let's settle. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6 .30, okay?

Okay. Great. See you then.

Gorgeous, isn't she, Marty?

Just as you said, George.

When am I going to be Santa Claus of the year?

Santa Claus of the year already?

First you've got to be Santa Claus for the month. Then maybe, maybe you can be

Santa Claus of the year. But that means you really have to fuck all my girls.

Absolutely.

I got to.

That's why I didn't do business.

Isn't that right, girls?

Fuck all of you, right? That's right.

Do you like the way I fuck you?

Ooh, you're the best.

No, I'm not the best. Tell me I'm not the best.

They never listen to me. I don't want to be the best. I want to hear that

somebody fucked me in the last week.

Okay?

That way it makes my dick hot.

Yeah, you'll be sending me.

In fact, Pam over there. See Pam?

With the pussy rub?

She was sent on hold last August, I think. Yeah, August. She helped solve

our biggest issues.

Thank you.

We'll see you next time.

Stick it out a little bit.

You think she can do that, Marty?

I don't know. I'm sure she can do it. I think she'd do great.

Oh, this is wonderful.

You're going back.

Anybody in the house you wanted to talk to?

Yes. Yes.

Why? You like your ass, huh?

Why?

It's nice and warm.

It's what?

It's nice and warm.

Oh, it is nice and warm.

Oh, oh.

You like it, huh?

Your ass is nice and hot.

What?

Tell him I'll be right there.

Oh, shit.

Oh, I'm going to cum on your ass.

I'm going to cum right on your ass. See ya.

Kiss her goodbye, baby.

Kiss her goodbye.

Come on, kiss her goodbye.

Kiss her goodbye.

Kiss her goodbye.

Say goodbye.

Say goodbye.

Goodbye. Oh, yeah, that's good.

Yes.

Why don't you dock yourself in the pool?

I'll tell you what.

Look, I'll be back in about 15 minutes, okay?

Very important call. But why don't the three of you just, you know, entertain

Marty for a while.

All right?

Why don't you come follow us?

You'll never know the hurt I feel The pain and the misery

I'm talking about losing you

And what it's doing to me If

I could only tell you Just

what it would be to be

To have you back at my side again.

The way we used to be.

I miss you baby, yes I do.

If you could only see.

I'm talking about losing you.

And what it's doing to me.

I cry all night into the morning.

Sometimes through the afternoon.

The way I feel years could go by.

The time would.

Oh,

more champagne?

No, you know, George, I need to speak to you for a moment.

Alone.

Okay, ladies, why don't you go in the house and we'll join you in a few

What's wrong?

What's this doing here?

Belong to Ellen.

As far as I know, she's never been here.

Has she?

A lot of people have the same initial.

I bought it for her.

Marty, it was you, wasn't it?

You and Ellen, wasn't it?

Yes.

How long?

Marty, she's dead.

How?

Helen and I loved each other.

How touching.

They tried to pin a crime of passion on Ron Stevens and he had no motive.

Now listen to me.

Helen and I were very careful.

We were never seen together. Never.

I'm not about to have a scandal on it.

Where were you the day she was murdered?

Where? That's not important. I didn't kill her.

I'm sorry you had to find out about it this way. There's no reason to go to the

police.

No.

Stevens has been caught.

I'm sure he killed Ellen.

The right man must be punished.

I couldn't agree with you more.

My lawyer says you want to talk to me?

Yeah, I want to apologize, Ron.

I know that you're innocent and I'm going to do everything I can to get you

of here.

Who did it?

George Anton.

George? Yeah, he's the one.

How do you know?

It's weird, like, I was at George's country home this weekend.

I found the lighter that Ellen lost.

Well, he couldn't deny it. He told me the truth. He and Ellen were seeing each

other.

Well, now I have to try and implicate Mr. Publisher.

George Anton is a very powerful man. He's just going to be nice.

I know.

Unless I can find somebody who saw the two of them.

Wait a minute.

A couple of days before Ellen was killed, she told me about our neighbor

the court who liked to spy on all the neighbors.

If she saw George and Ellen together, and if he denies it, and she recognizes

him, exactly.

Catch him in a lie. Cut his own throat.

What about the key that was in my pocket? I swear to God, I've never seen

before in my life.

I know.

I put the key in your pocket. Look, I didn't know what I was doing. I was so

sure that you killed Ellen. I'm sorry,

Ron. I know now you didn't do it.

I'll get you out.

Mr. Collins, we can't drag some nice woman down here without a good reason.

Miss Palmer is a material witness.

I'm sure she can prove that George Anton was the man my wife was seeing.

And not Ron Stevens.

I talked to Mr. Anton. He said he never met your wife.

They've been seeing each other for four months.

We can't prove that.

Either you contact that woman or I'm going straight to your superiors.

Look, Mr.

Collins, my position is kind of awkward. I've already made an arrest.

Look, Ellen complained to me about this woman.

It's possible that she saw the man my wife was entertaining.

Now, either you arrange this meeting with this woman and George Anton or I'm

going straight over your head. You got it?

This is unexpected, George.

Something you didn't like about my column this month?

The police called me. I'm supposed to be down at your house in an hour. Oh.

Traffic violation?

Very funny.

Collins, you're fired. Get your stuff and get out of here.

I'm surprised you waited as long as this.

You can't involve me.

You have no proof.

Guess what?

Lieutenant Scully called me, too. Apparently, we've both been invited to

house. Can I give you a lift?

I guess not.

Okay, gentlemen, this won't take very much time. Just a matter of clearing up

few facts.

Mr. Anton, two questions.

Have you ever been to Mrs. Collins' house before?

I have not.

Were you having an affair with her?

I never met them.

Sergeant, bring her in.

Mr. Anton, please step in here.

What?

Just wait in here.

Palmer, please sit down.

Thank you.

I'm really sorry that we've interrupted your day this way.

Oh, that's all right.

Let's have a few questions.

Um, where do you live?

942 Hill Drive.

Now, Ms. Palmer, this is very important.

Do you recognize anyone in this room?

Yes.

You're the man that was married to that woman.

That was terrible.

I'm sorry, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was bound to happen. One

get away with that type of thing forever.

Get away with what, Miss Palmer?

Well, she wasn't very discreet.

This poor man would go to work, and another man would visit her.

Is this the other man?

No.

He was a little older, very distinguished.

Mr. Anton, would you come in here, please?

Yes, that's him.

Are you sure?

Yes, very sure.

Well, Mr. Anton?

Ellen and I were in love, but I didn't kill her.

Where were you the day she was murdered?

I don't have an alibi if that's what you mean, Lieutenant.

It's all very simple, Lieutenant.

Obviously you can't hold Ron now. George is the man.

I'll handle it, Mr. Collins.

Mr. Anton, I'd talk to my lawyer if I were you.

Miss Palmer, you were a great help.

Sergeant Dolan will escort you back to your house.

What a shame. For the first time, Madam Rona was wrong.

What did you say?

You know.

Madame Rona writes for that girly magazine.

Well, I write to her for advice all the time.

You wrote to Madame Rona?

Yes. I know it's not very respectable for a woman like me, but, well, I get

lonely, and I find the magazine very exciting, especially Madame Rona, the

column. Well...

When I found out that this man's wife was having an affair with another man, I

wrote to Manorona for advice, and she wrote me back and told me not to

interfere.

I'm sorry.

I never should have listened to her.

I should have told you right away. I should have called you. I could have

you that day that you came home in your tennis outfit.

You know, the day that she was murdered.

I had just heard back from Madame Rona and she told me not to interfere.

You know, I'm sure that if I had told you why, she'd be alive today.

It was an accident.

We got into an argument.

I slapped her. She fell. She hit her head.

I would never kill my own wife. You've got to believe me, it was an accident.

Hello, Mr. Collins.

Mr. Palmer, I... I didn't recognize you.

Why did you want to see me?

I wanted to see you before they sent you to the state penitentiary.

To say goodbye.

Right, it's your testimony that got me fried.

I know, and I'm sorry, but I have something to tell you that I know you'll

to hear.

What?

You didn't kill your wife.

What do you mean I didn't kill my wife?

I did.

What?

Yes, I did.

You see, I saw you come home that day.

I was watching through the window.

I saw you have an argument with your wife and you ran over and you closed the

shutters.

I ran over to the house and then I went around to the side and I saw you run out

to your car and, well, you looked as though you were in a terrible hurry.

Well, I went over to the door, and I found that it was unlocked, so I went

inside, and I heard some moaning coming from the living room.

When I got there, I saw your wife was just coming around.

She sort of looked at me and said, Madam Rona, Madam Rona tried to kill me.

My husband is Madam Rona. He tried to kill me. Well, it was then I realized

you were Madam Rona.

Well, that's how I nailed you in the living room with Lieutenant Scully.

And then, of course, I thought, what a perfect opportunity to get her lover.

Well, I picked up the statue and I hit her.

She was dead.

Well, of course, I wiped my fingerprints off the statue in the door and then I

went home and I...

Waited for something to happen.

You know, when you're a very lonely woman like myself, you learn to be

Well, at the trial, Mr. Anton and I became very friendly, and we're getting

married next month.

Why, you dirty... Oh, please.

I had to tell you.

I couldn't let you go on thinking for the rest of your life that you had done

it.

Oh, and one more thing.

I'm the new Madame Rona.

even you've heard it said that you reap

reap just what you sow I

only wish

it could be as easy

Or as simple as a yes or no.

But for now, I keep thinking.