stove works, the little furniture we have is worn out, and on top of all that we have a snake pit in the backyard."

"A snake house. It's a snake house."

"Whatever. We need a new house, new appliances, furniture. I need a new car and..." She drifted off and looked away. Softly: "And some work."

"A job!"

"Noooo!" Estafay said, frowning. "Woman's work. Surgery."

"Oh," looking confused and disappointed. "You know I've been planning a gas station and exotic snake farm for a long time. It's my dream. When we start making money from our business we can buy all the stuff you talking about."

"Let's not argue, sweetheart." She took his hands in hers. "I'll fast and pray on it. When the Lord tells me what to do, we'll do what Heas the varicose veins in the back of her small hands.

Why she confessing to murder? Protecting someone? Her children! She's sacrificing herself for one of her children.

"Mrs. Harris, you and I know you didn't murder your husband. I think you know who did."

"What you talking about?" Ida snapped. "I said I did it. I used rat poison. I don't know anything about arsenic. I know Raid, D-Con and Black Flag. I said I did it, all you need to know."

"I see," Sheriff Bledsoe said. "Tell me why you did it?"

"What?"

"You said you did it, tell me why."

She licked her lips and glared at him.

"Why? Why after fifty years of marriage you decide to murder your husband?"

"Because I felt like it!"

"Oh, I see. You felt like it. We're cooking