“You do not need my inheritance, and I intend to change my will.”
“The state-authorized euthanasia potion for Aunty is the merciful solution, Doctor.
‘Express Delivery,’ please.”
Wheezing steam pistons on the newfangled iron bedstead jolted me upright.
I jammed the safety valve on the boiler and turned the control to maximum pressure.
The explosion killed both of us and eleven others.
“Look what you did.”
“You made me do it.”
“This is a hell of a time to start an argument, Eve.
“Stoke the furnace.
“Nick wants more heat.”