The Possibility of Evil

A stupid, spoiled brat is what she'll turn out to be.

“That little girl is going to grow up expecting luxury all her life”

Well, we want her to feel like a princess.

Mrs. Strangeworth greets the Cranes on her way back from the grocery store Mrs. Crane is worried about how slow her baby is in developing, when she's still 6 months old. Mrs. Strangeworth is annoyed with how infatuated the Cranes are with their child.

Everyone needs to be punished for their reprehensible acts.

Ahh, my roses, how beautiful they are as me.

Mrs. Strangeworth stood before her house admiring it with pleasure. Looking at "the red and pink and white roses massed along the narrow lawn, and the rambler going up along the porch; and the neat, unbelievably trim lines of the house itself, with its slimness and its washed white look." She went up her door step, unlocked the door, went in, put her groceries away, and sat at her desk with a bowl of her roses on the table before the window.

Mrs. Strangeworth put her groceries away, sat at her desk, put a bowl of her rose petals beside her, and started writing her letters. " Miss Strangeworth’s usual stationary was heavy and cream-coloured, with “Strangeworth House” engraved across the top, but, when she felt like writing her other letter, Miss Strangeworth used a pad of various-coloured paper, layered in pink and green and blue and yellow." She wrote her letters anonymously and using a dull stub of pencil.

Now, I shall start my nasty letters.

"Didn’t you every see an idiot

child before? Some people just shouldn’t have children, should they?"

"Have you

found out yet what they were all laughing about after you left the bridge club on Thursday? Or is the wife really the last one to know?"

Mhmm, the scent of my roses is all over the room.

I can't wait to go home and write all my dirty letters to end the evil in MY town.