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Charlise is dead. Thought you'd like to
know. Happy? At least you can stop worrying about the old man. I should have told her. Only fair. I've been a hunter my whole life, after all. Sportsmanship and all that. The whole thing just seemed too damn
good to be true. I really didn't
expect it would end up killing her. I knew even before you warned me she
was a goldbricker. Why else
would a twenty-five year old looker like that be interested in my dried-up
old ass? That story's been told so many times it's
not even worth telling. I'm tired of hearing it. Bottom line is this, I knew she was
scheming to get her paws on my money.
I could tell from the day I met her. And listen, like I told you before, I didn't mind. I was happy to change the will to let
her in on a piece of my action in trade for a piece of her action. You and
your sister were always well taken care of. I figured she'd wait me out. Pray for the obvious: cancer, heart attack,
stroke, anything. And for a
while she tried. But the
pressure got to be too much, I guess.
First she tried to get me on the Viagra. I'm here to tell you I don't
need it. Never had any
complaints, except from her.
Then she decided we needed to take a
little vacation, you know, something romantic, just the two of us. I could tell she was going to try to
literally screw me out of the money. I was game if she was. The first night - let me tell you. Suffice it to say, I met the challenge,
performed admirably.
Next day, she was right back at it. What she didn't know, was that this
heart's tough as a hound dog's right nut. That's what Doc told me when I started dating
Charlise. I should have told you, but it was sort of my
little secret. Anyway she was working like a Turk to
get my boiler stoked. Then she was
going to stand back and watch it melt.
I could see it in her eyes. Close to the end all the life seemed to
drain out of them. It wouldn't have
surprised me to see dollar signs in them. I told the police already, I didn't
know about her arrhythmia. I thought
she'd eventually get tired of the game and we'd get back to "normal."
I can truly say I'm sorry. And not only for the obvious reasons, either. She was a nice kid, except when she was trying to kill me. ___________ |
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