You did sell it to Chester, but he turned himself in to the police after he sawed Maggie in half. And I don't mean a magic trick--he really sawed her in half! We saw her guts spill out all over the stage--
[And while there was no love lost between Ima and Maggie--hell, Desiree was spot-on when she said the bitch had it coming--that had been a truly horrifying sight to behold, far worse than what the group of them had done to Stanley the con artist.
She works to catch her breath again, hand on her chest. She doesn't miss the way Elsa's trying to turn Ima's own pain into pity for herself, perhaps even expecting Ima to stop the accusations and reassure her. No, I know you'd never do that, Miss Elsa, I'm sorry; is that what her former boss expects? Well not this time. Ima is dead. The whole family is likely dead. She's going to tread carefully here but she's not going to shelter Elsa's feelings either.]
I don't think you expected him to harm us, but he did and that's the truth. It was a massacre. I don't why I'm the only one who ended up here afterwards, but that's how it is.
[The worst part of all this is that Ima doesn't truly hate Elsa. No matter what the other woman did to Ethel, to Paul, to anyone else, she was also the first person in the world to see any value at all in Ima's existence, to look at her and not react with disgust. "You have a pretty face," she'd said. She'd called her figure glorious. That's not something the freak show fat lady can forget or shake off, despite having been swept up by the mob seeking vengeance for the bearded lady.]
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[And while there was no love lost between Ima and Maggie--hell, Desiree was spot-on when she said the bitch had it coming--that had been a truly horrifying sight to behold, far worse than what the group of them had done to Stanley the con artist.
She works to catch her breath again, hand on her chest. She doesn't miss the way Elsa's trying to turn Ima's own pain into pity for herself, perhaps even expecting Ima to stop the accusations and reassure her. No, I know you'd never do that, Miss Elsa, I'm sorry; is that what her former boss expects? Well not this time. Ima is dead. The whole family is likely dead. She's going to tread carefully here but she's not going to shelter Elsa's feelings either.]
I don't think you expected him to harm us, but he did and that's the truth. It was a massacre. I don't why I'm the only one who ended up here afterwards, but that's how it is.
[The worst part of all this is that Ima doesn't truly hate Elsa. No matter what the other woman did to Ethel, to Paul, to anyone else, she was also the first person in the world to see any value at all in Ima's existence, to look at her and not react with disgust. "You have a pretty face," she'd said. She'd called her figure glorious. That's not something the freak show fat lady can forget or shake off, despite having been swept up by the mob seeking vengeance for the bearded lady.]