"Robert, is it true how badly these women were mutilated after death?" I inquired to Robert, my husband.

"Ruth, these matters are not for the faint hearts of ladies. You should know this by now."

"I beg of you, please let me know!"

"It bothers me how insistent you are with this matter, but yes. The rumors are true, I sadly say." He sighed, looking back at the daily paper. I turned around smiling as I made his drink for him. The servants do not know how to make it the way I do.

Vodka from the heart of Russia, well-aged rum, a teaspoon of sugar, and a half a tablespoon of fresh lime juice. Only the best for my Robert. My wish in life is for him to be happy, and never sleep with one of those snakes. Vetus Figuratus is my name for it.

Both our families are rich, so there is no need to worry about money. I stay at home all day and watch the servants clean, and kill in the night. It is what my profession requires. Lucky Robert is a heavy sleeper, otherwise he would have figured me out by now. He is smart. Should have been a detective if you ask me. But he never takes my advice.

That is one thing I despise about him. He is constantly getting on my nerves. I could just kill him some days.