"Sid, you can't blame me for what happened. I didn't know that he was a
killer. I didn't think he was the guy for you, I thought I was, but I
couldn't make your decisions for you," Randy said.
"I guess your right, I just feel so dirty sometimes, I guess I'm just too much like my mom," Sidney said.
"Sid, you are like your mom. But not in the ways you think you are. She was a great person, you are too."
Suddenly, they heard a loud noise from down stairs. "That sounded like, like a." Randy started.
"Like a gunshot," Sidney said. The two ran down stairs.
Gale was standing over Dewey's body, a gun in her hand.
"Gale!" Sidney cried.
"Yep, that's right," Gale said, "I killed the bastard."
"But why?" Sidney cried. Tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Well Sidney, it's pretty obvious, I did it because of you. Dewey and you."
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked.
"You stay out of this," Gale told Randy. "Unless you want to get shot again, this time by me, this time, in the heart."
"What are you talking about?" Sidney repeated.
"Don't play dumb with me Sidney! Oh Sidney's so pretty, so smart. Everyone loves Sidney. Randy loves Sidney, Mark loves Sidney, MY HUSBAND loves Sidney," Gale shouted.
"What are you talking about Gale? Dewey and I are friends, that's it."
"Correction, you were friends. Now he's dead, and you will be too soon. And Randy, well, Randy's going to jail. Sidney, Dewey loved you more than he would ever love me. And I was his wife. His WIFE! What were you? Oh, his little dead sisters best friend." Gale was hit in the back of the head by a big lamp and was knocked unconscious. Sidney looked up to see.
"I guess your right, I just feel so dirty sometimes, I guess I'm just too much like my mom," Sidney said.
"Sid, you are like your mom. But not in the ways you think you are. She was a great person, you are too."
Suddenly, they heard a loud noise from down stairs. "That sounded like, like a." Randy started.
"Like a gunshot," Sidney said. The two ran down stairs.
Gale was standing over Dewey's body, a gun in her hand.
"Gale!" Sidney cried.
"Yep, that's right," Gale said, "I killed the bastard."
"But why?" Sidney cried. Tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Well Sidney, it's pretty obvious, I did it because of you. Dewey and you."
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked.
"You stay out of this," Gale told Randy. "Unless you want to get shot again, this time by me, this time, in the heart."
"What are you talking about?" Sidney repeated.
"Don't play dumb with me Sidney! Oh Sidney's so pretty, so smart. Everyone loves Sidney. Randy loves Sidney, Mark loves Sidney, MY HUSBAND loves Sidney," Gale shouted.
"What are you talking about Gale? Dewey and I are friends, that's it."
"Correction, you were friends. Now he's dead, and you will be too soon. And Randy, well, Randy's going to jail. Sidney, Dewey loved you more than he would ever love me. And I was his wife. His WIFE! What were you? Oh, his little dead sisters best friend." Gale was hit in the back of the head by a big lamp and was knocked unconscious. Sidney looked up to see.