Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26037362-20150127204147

Tape #1 Police recording: “Name?” “Lana Svensson” Svensson… Where have I heard that last name? “What happened, why are you here ma’am?” “I’m here to confess” I nodded, but I truly didn’t understand. What would a nice young lady like this confess to?” “This all started about a month ago, when he met her” Her fists clenched “He? Her?” “My boyfriend and his little…hora” “Hora?” “Pardon my Swedish, but never mind, it was vulgar anyway.” I again nodded “I, I was never one to get jealous, but something I couldn’t control enveloped me” “Pardon?” “Before I tell this story, please remember that I am not a violent person. I don’t have charges, not even a parking ticket.” I again nodded “About a month ago my husband met a gorgeous woman” ”And?” “And they fell in love” she snapped with her head down. “I-I’m so sorry” “No, it’s alright, I’m sorry for being rude, it was totally uncalled for” She picked up her head and took a deep breath “I never thought anything of this woman. Brooke, I hadn’t met her at this point, I just figured it was one of his friends, nothing more. It was a tad unusual though, most of our female friends were shared.” “I’m afraid I don’t see where this is going ma’am…” “It’ll make sense. Anyway, he Daniel began to act more and more suspicious. He became, distant. So one day I asked him. ‘Why don’t you invite this Brooke over for dinner? I’d love to meet the person you apparently spend loads of time with?’. He kind of brushed me off. When I brought it up again, he blatantly said no” I wrote this all down onto my pad, still oblivious to were this was heading. “Daniel was never a liar, he was always truthful, always. He began to obsess over his electronics, wouldn’t come to bed until the wee hour of night. One night I decided to see what he was up to. While he was in the bathroom, I looked at his laptop screen. Now, this was the beginning of my peculiar behavior, because I normally I would never have done something so invasive.” I nodded and took a small sip of my coffee. “He’d been talking to her; he’d been talking to her the whole time. This was when envy took over, because the messages were sweet. The messages sounded like what my Daniel sounded like, not the man I knew” She cracked her knuckles lightly “I ran upstairs and went to bed, crying. I was shaking with anger, with sadness. I stayed up the rest of that night, not being able to think of anything else.” “I’m so” She cut me off, eyes glued on her legs “That morning, I invited her over for dinner, it was no longer a question, it was a demand. He silently agreed with me.” Svensson. Where have I heard Svensson? “She arrived; he reverted to his natural self. She was quite polite; he eyes seemed to pity me. That’s what made it harder I guess.” “Made what harder?” She completely ignored me. “I prepared ratatouille in the kitchen while they giggle over red wine in the dining room.” Svensson, Svensson “They happily ate their meal, eyes locked. I, sitting there, a third wheel” Lana Svensson, Svensson “I silently slipped out of the room, not that they would have noticed anyway. Into the kitchen I went, the only explanation given was that I was going to get more wine.” Svensson “Our house had quite a rat problem” I snapped out. Svensson. Svensson man dead. Svensson man poisoned. I looked up at her, and she was smiling. I didn’t pour my coffee 