"After her father's death she went out very little; after her sweetheart went away, people hardly saw her at all."
Maybe I read the entire thing wrong, but I was not scared at all. It was a long story about a smelly entitled woman who slept with a dead body. I believe we have crossed over from scary to flat out insane. Honestly, the story drug out about three pages too long for me. The word drug is used appropriately, because she drugged heself. I do not see how half of the flashback was necessary. Everything seemed repetitive and lackluster. Maybe this is because Miss Emily's skeletal affair was repetitive and lack.... life, but I found it to be a waste of time. I also don't get how her father could free her of all tax payments for her entire life. In the real world, when you don't pay you're taxes you go to jail. Maybe I hated how fiction it all was. However, it did bring out the Sherlock Holmes in me. I believe that the bones belong to her former lover (only because sleeping with your father on a nightly basis is a whole new realm of crazy that I refuse to consider) who she killed when she found out that he was attracted to men. It was Miss Emily, in the bedroom, with the custom toilet seat. My only question is, how was everyone in her china painting class ignorant of the smell of decaying flesh?
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