“And can you tell us where you were at approximately 10:30 p.m. on July 24th of this year, Ms. Williams?”

“I’m not sure.  Was that a Tuesday?”

“It was a Thursday, Ms. Williams—the day you were arrested.”

“Oh.  I was at Josh’s then.”

“And do you recall where, exactly?”

“Probably in his closet smelling his clothes.  I just can’t get enough of his smell.”

“And do you recall what was in your pocket?”

“Not really.  My phone, probably.  My keys, for sure, because I used Josh’s key to get in.”

“You mean the key you stole from the late Mr. Farro?”

“I didn’t steal it.  I just had a copy made while he was asleep one night.”

“And did you have anything else?”

“I don’t think so.”

“What about the knife the detectives found at the scene?”

“Oh.  Well of course I had my knife.”

“And why were you carrying a knife, Ms. Williams?”

“I had to do something to change Josh’s mind, didn’t I?  I couldn’t just let him leave me.  And I thought if I cut myself, or him, a little, he’d see how much I love him.”

“Thank you, Ms. Williams.  I have no further questions.”


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