Told in The Garden District
I put the poison in her cup. I swear I did. He loved me before she came between us. I guess I drank out of the wrong cup so now it’s me that’s dead. Damn, I’ll have to think of another plan. Oh! I know, I won’t leave and they will have to reach through me to touch each other. It will become so tiresome and difficult and they won’t understand why! I guess now it’s me that’s come between them.