Estelle

Female | Unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
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EXTRACT: Twenty six years ago I murdered my husband with a twenty-inch reflecting telescope. A sharp jab with my elbow struck the eyepiece on the bridge of his nose and, with an absurdly inappropriate yelp, he fell off the roof. Andrew lingered in a class of coma for 78 hours, eventually succumbing to the fact that he was smashed to pulp./ It was, on my part, pure greed. I would have shared in the two hundred million dollars Andrew had . . . stolen? Swindled? Call it what you will./I just wanted it. Pure greed.