Saturday, March 18, 1963
Past midnight, in an apartment in Hackensack, New Jersey, a pregnant Marilyn Ray opened her blue eyes as she awoke in bed next to her boyfriend. Marilyn was a dwarf. Her boyfriend, a black-haired man named Harvey, was five feet and nine inches tall. Marilyn wished that she could get a drink of alcohol, but then she remembered that she was pregnant. She wished that she had remembered during the early stages of her pregnancy. She walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator in search of something else to quench her thirst. She saw a carton of milk and began to crave a bowl of cereal. She got out a bowl and poured the cereal. She tried pouring milk out of the milk carton, only to discover, much to her chagrin, that it was empty.
"Shit!" Marilyn said. "There's no fucking milk! Harvey!"
Harvey awoke reluctantly from his slumber. He got up and walked into the kitchen.
"What?" he said.
"What happened to the milk, Harvey?"
"Milk? I drank all the fucking milk!"
"Why didn't you replace it! Now our son doesn't even have milk for his cereal!"
"He can suck the milk out of your tits when he gets here!"
"That is hardly the point!"
"They'd definitely be hard and pointy."
"The point is that you are a selfish man who only cares about himself. Do you even care about our child?"
"What did I get myself into? I never should have gotten drunk that night I met you in the bar! I should have slept with someone taller!"
"Oh yeah? Well I thought that tall people were supposed to be tall where it counts! And you weren't!"
"You didn't seem to mind. Then again, I guess little people appreciate the little things in life."
Marilyn's heartbeat was racing. She grabbed a kitchen knife and slashed Harvey's left ankle. He started screaming. She pushed him back, causing him to fall to the floor. She sat on his chest and stabbed him in the throat, killing him. She felt his shirt get wet. When she looked down, she realized that it was not wet because of blood; she was ready to have her baby. She ran outside of the apartment, making sure that the door was locked so that nobody would walk in on the scene of the murder.
"Help!" she yelled. "I'm going into labor!"
Standing on the sidewalk, she managed to get a cab that took her to the hospital.
After hours of painful contraptions and dodging questions related to the father of her child, Marilyn Ray gave birth to her son. She looked at it and gave it a name.
"Charles Lee Ray."
She would rest before having to go back home to clean up the mess.