The Baroness sighed, washing her hands in the opalescent ivory wash basin. “Now look what you’ve done, gone and made me get my hands all dirty, there’s a naughty pet,” she said, as red streaked on the white.
John and Suzie were the last surviving heirs to their father’s fortune. At dinner John poisoned Suzie who poisoned John.
Last night he caught her with another man. This morning he’s watering a new garden.
He left the dinner table to take the call, but she still heard him say “We’re a go for Epsilon Omega.”
When he returned to the table the building across the street exploded, and she glared as he said, “What, that’s a coincidence!”