Goodbye, my friend.

What if we lived in a gated/ suburban community and were neighbours, even though I make a lot more money than you, and I was your husband’s boss?

And once, you and your husband came over for dinner and you saw my extensive private library, and we bonded over (and fell in love over) books, and we had incredible tension, and since that day I haven’t stopped thinking about you?

And what if I became covetous and jealous, and fired your husband because I hated him and wanted you for myself? What if I goaded you into coming over to see my library again, and you saw my expensive, futuristic sci-fi kitchen and we fell into each other and couldn’t keep apart any longer? But then you remembered I tore your family apart because of my lust for you, and we fought with the ancient swords on display in my home (?) ?

But THEN it was revealed that, in your crazed desire for me, you killed (and blended up) my husband? That I didn’t even know I had?

AND we were both women? And we looked at each other like this?