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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
“Your mother committed suicide, and her sister before her.” Grandfather sneered. “Now your grandmother. You’re all cursed.”
The night before, he’d forced Charlotte to share his bed “to ease his sorrow.”
She whipped and poured eggs into a skillet. “Influenza killed Mama.”
“Your papa lied. Mark my words, you’re next.”
She plopped an omelet onto his plate. “Bon apetit.”
“Aren’t you going to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” She propped her drawing board on her lap.
“What are you drawing now?”
“You, Grandfather. I want to remember this moment.”
“What did you put in this?”
“Not much. Salt, pepper and Veronal.”
*Did she murder her grandfather? Historians are divided.