i -- i don't know.
it seems like my susan, but.
at christmas. we had fought. i didn't like her boyfriend. i -- she has a birthmark on her hip.
it's her. my baby. dear god.
let my daughter rest in peace.
first i want to go on record as saying that my susie was a virgin when she died.
susie, i told you i didn't approve of that boyfriend. he was too old for you. you let him come into this house and be fresh to me. i went out one day and old mrs. jensen next door saw susan's boyfriend and another man and thought she heard a ruckus.
we were never properly introduced. susan and i were fighting that day. she called him by a nickname. muns or lunts or something.
maybe. i don't know.
that's him. that's him.
i don't know. you'll have to leave now, officer.
no! please leave!
don't mind the smell. i think a rat died behind the wall.  my susie was a good girl!
i came home that night and there was blood on the floor. susan said stams -- stens had cut himself. they were acting nervous. and that stens kept going under the house.
was it.  a rat?
let my susie rest in peace!
that other policeman already checked under the house and found not a thing amiss.
a sweet man.
all he found were rodents. no signs of foul play. so there.
my daughter was a virgin!