Key-Word: Tea

July 7th, 1960.

Today, me and Matthew are celebrating our 2th anniversary. In every second of all these years, Matthew made me the happyest woman in the world. I can remember like if it was just yesterday our wedding. Oh, such beauty. Everything was so perfect, darling, wasn’t it? So perfect.

July 7th, 1965

Seven years of marriage, and oh, they’re so perfect. I don’t care how far away you are - even knowing that you’re just laying down quietly in the other room. As once I said, foward to God, I would love you in life, and in death. Always.

July 7th, 1970

Today I went down the church, to meet the priest that sealed my marriage. I was going to tell him that today is me and my housband’s 12th anniversary. Funny. I was hpping that he would get happy. He only said that I should go see a teraphist. And said that God would always help me. Dind’t get it why.

July 8th, 1970

The whole teraphist thing really did got in to my head. Maybe I know why he said that.

July 8th, 1970

Days seems slower. I know why, and thay’re aren’t going to take you out of me. They just won’t.

July 8th, 1970

I need a cup of tea. I need to calm down. But how can I do that if, when I go talk to you, you just saty there, laying down, quiet? I need you to talk to me. Maybe you are the one that need a teraphiest. And maybe a bath, you’re looking horrible. And the smell is not so great either, did you know that? Bah. I’m sure you don’t. You’re a awful man, Matthew. But I love you stil.

July 7th, 1970

The house is smelling like tea, honey, don’t you think so? I’d made a very big tin of it. Maybe it will hide your smell.

July 7th, 1970

Maybe I should now put you in another place. That bed is now too big for you, I guess that as you’re getting older, you start geting lower too. Oh… and I’m afraid I can’t sleep with you any longer. It’s very strange, I know, but you seem to bring a lot of insects to the house. Oh, I’ll miss your cold arm around me. But I need to sew that finger again.

July 7th, 1970

Today I took Matthew to a walk in the car. People were looking and running, and some were fainting, I always said that Matthew was a breath-taking man.

But you see, an very bad thing happend today. And bad things make me angry.

July 7th, 1970

Matthew won’t answer to me anymore. He’s playing dead, and that makes me angry. So I made him some tea. A very big and nice tin of boiling tea. So I accidentally dropped the hot tea in his chest. He didn’t answered. I guess he’s dead.

July 8th, 1980

Matthew is dead.

July 8th, 1980

Matthew is dead.

July 8th, 1980

Won’t hurt.
And a cup of tea will help me.

July 7th, 1958

Today was our wedding. Matthew is dead. So as I am, and the priest.

The wedding was supposed to be perfect.

And now it is. Can you listen the guests coming? The beautiful sound of the beautiful gun, I do, I do, I love you, You may kiss the bridge, bang, bang, dead, dead, I love you.

I love you.