Janet:
(lights cigarette and inhales smoke)
When you start to accuse someone of murder, especially someone of high status, people think you’re unstable. Your family shun you and you end up losing everything.
But I know I’m right.
I know she poisoned him. With those crocodile tears, she had them fooled. I always knew what she was like, but my brother just couldn’t see it.
I found him. Slumped in a chair, glass shattered.
(Tear runs down face)
Why wont they listen to me?
(Begins to get hysterical)
I’m not unstable. I’m right. I wont forgive, I wont forget. She will pay, with her jewels and Prada; she’s not above us.
Wrapped around her little finger, I’m not taking the bait.
She can go to hell.
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