NOT PLAYING NICE

The Last One

I didn't bury her with the others. Not her. I like to visit them now and again, relive it a bit you know, catch a thrill. She'd just ruin it. The others knew how to follow the rules. Knew their parts, followed the script: scream, resist, sob, bargain, beg. They played the game. She just stared. Those dark, pitying, accusing eyes refusing to cooperate, ignoring the rules. Well, doesn't matter now anyway. She's way up the canyon. I won't be visiting her again. Ever. Don't even want to think about those eyes.

Next time I think I'll do a blonde.

— NANCY CULP