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Sunday, February 18, 2007

charlise is dead

She was a nice kid. But now she’s dead. Thought you should know. You can stop worrying about the old man.
Should have told her. Only fair. 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 she was a goldbricker long before you warned me. 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 I’m tired of hearing it. If I hadn’t seen it coming I deserved to lose 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. Don’t get me wrong, she was a nice kid, mostly.
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 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.
That first night – let me tell you – I met the challenge like a pro. Got a little winded, that’s all.
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 her. 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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