what I'm reading 📚... Hell Hath No Fury 2 He was convinced their house was haunted but knew no one would believe him.

something had soaked into the wood that had been nearly impossible to clean.

encased severed head in block of plaster of so it would sink.

300 pound tornado of indignation who dressed as loud as his voice, diamond 💍 on every finger.

The Brooklyn Society for the Extermination of Ghosts and Dispelling of Haunted House Illusions.

allegedly due to a glandular problem - a common explanation for obesity in those days -

had trouble finding a job due to her weight.

gave her children away. dropped them off at The Salvation Army and never looked back.

a recent photo and a lock of hair.

hurling dishes and silverware.

taking rings from dead fingers.

concrete basement tombs.

banned from writing to each other on Death Row.

no matter what Mary said of her husband's saintly life, his killing was very personal.

" her more than 200 pounds". f.u.c.k. these judgemental reporters. I have more than 200 pounds, too.

a ribbon clerk:. cashier in 18th and 19th century dry goods stores

his wife was cold, moody, an uncontrollable liar... wait a minute. wait a minute. Is this Kevin's wife they're talking about?

the neighbors didn't really trust her. ummm.

she grew up to be a troublesome child. feeling attacked here.

she had little education, but she was cunning. that's slightly flattering.

she wore strange clothing, was subject to mood swings, unpredictable. guilty.

pale skin...large nose... repulsive... naturally ugly....ok. kinda hurtful.

not very clean...

uncivilized, unclean, practically feral.

My story is a love story. But only those tortured by love can know what I mean. I am not unfeeling, stupid or moronic. I am a woman who had a great love and always will have it. Imprisonment in the Death House has only strengthened my feeling for Raymond. ” — Beck