"No," he said patiently, watching her as she edged towards the door. "She was shot. Murdered by her own son while he was in a fit of rage and confusion. A sorrowful end for all of them, and me included."
He took another step forward.
"I still keep up with the matricide, though. Her son, I mean."
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Date: 2013-05-12 09:18 pm (UTC)He took another step forward.
"I still keep up with the matricide, though. Her son, I mean."
And he smiled.