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Attend Sophie’s funeral

Is she going to die? Isabel exclaimed
If she is not dead, how can we bury her?
It’s not funny. She had a meal. I don’t have to pretend to be sad. It’s alcoholism and drug abuse
No, her throat was cut and she was stripped naked and thrown into the sea.
Like sheriff St. Jean, I think it’s necessary to exaggerate at this time
It’s terrible. It’s a pity that she lives so badly.
That’s what the Toulon police chief said.
Do they know who the murderer is?
I don’t know, but I know you killed her.
She stared at me in amazement.
What are you talking about? Then she said with a smile, guess again. I’m an alibi.
I met her in Toulon last summer and we talked for a long time.
Was she not drunk?
Sober, she also told me what would disappear a few days before marrying Larry.
I found Isabel’s expression stiff, so I relayed Sophie’s words in detail. Isabel listened with a grain of salt.
After that, I often thought about what she said, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong. I had lunch with you for twenty times, and you never prepared dessert wine. Why did you put a bottle of Polish vodka on your coffee plate that day?
Uncle Eliot had just sent someone to deliver the wine, and I wanted to see if it was as delicious as I tasted it in Leeds.
Yes, I remember that you praised me all the time. I was surprised because you never drank liqueur. After all, you attached great importance to your figure. At that time, I vaguely felt that you were trying to stimulate Sophie.
Thank you for your compliment.
You are usually punctual for dating, but you know that the trial ceremony is very important to Sophie and interesting to you. Why do you have to go to the door?
She has said that I don’t trust Jon’s teeth, and our dentist is very busy to see him at his appointed time
You have to make an appointment in advance to see a dentist, right?
I know, but he called early that day to say something temporary, but it was changed to three o’clock in the afternoon, and of course I promised at once
Can’t you ask the nanny to accompany Jon?
Jon is scared to death, poor child. I think she will be more worried if she goes.
Aren’t you surprised when you came back to see that bottle of Polish vodka was drunk for three quarters and Sophie was gone?
I, she waited until she was impatient and went to Morinaud first, but I didn’t know that she didn’t show up until I asked in Morinaud, which puzzled me.
What about Polish vodka?
Oh, I found that I drank a lot of wine, but it was Anton who wanted to settle accounts with him, but his salary was paid by Uncle Eliot and he was Joseph’s friend, so I thought, forget it. He is a very competent person and I don’t have to blame him for stealing a few drinks occasionally.
You’re a good liar, Isabel.
Don’t you believe me
Don’t believe it at all
Isabel got up and went to the fireplace, where firewood was burning. It was very cold outside, so it was very comfortable. She put her elbow on the mantelpiece, which made her look elegant. Like most French ladies, she wore black clothes during the day to complement her beautiful complexion. On that day, her gift style was simple but not expensive, which fully showed her slim figure. She smoked for a while before she spoke.
I have nothing to hide from you. It was really unfortunate that I went to the temporary door that day. Anton shouldn’t have left the liqueur coffee set in his room. He should have taken it away behind my door before I came back. I saw the bottle almost, of course. Later, when I heard that she was missing, I guessed that she was probably drunk and fooling around again. I didn’t say this because it would make Larry more sad. He was already upset enough to come.
Are you sure you didn’t ask someone to put the wine there on purpose?
I’m sure.
I don’t believe it.
If you don’t believe me, forget it. She threw the cigarette into the stove with angry eyes. Well, if you want the truth, I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll do it again on purpose. I told you that I would stop her from marrying Larry by any means. Gray wouldn’t do anything. He shrugged and said that marriage was ridiculous. You don’t fucking care. I care.
If you don’t interfere, she will live well now.
She married Larry, and Larry will never die. He can make her change into a new man. What a fool. I knew that she would stop thinking about it sooner or later. I knew that when we had lunch in Leeds, you also saw her fidgeting. When she drank coffee, you also saw her hands shaking badly. When she held the cup to her mouth with both hands, she stared at the bottle like a snake staring at a chicken with feathers flapping its wings. I knew that she would drink even if she died.
Isabel looked at me with excitement and fierce impatience.
At that time, Uncle Eliot praised the Polish liqueur to the skies. Actually, I thought it tasted terrible, but I insisted that I had never tasted such delicious wine. I thought Sophie would take her to the fashion show if she had a chance, and I would send her to the wedding ceremony. On the day when she was going to set the dress, I told Anton that she wanted to drink Polish vodka after lunch, and then said that I had an appointment with a lady to ask Anton to prepare coffee and leave the liqueur, thinking that maybe she would want a drink. I did take Jon to the dentist, but I didn’t make an appointment. I took Jon to the cinema to watch a news clip. I made up my mind at that time that Sophie didn’t touch the bottle of wine, so I reluctantly became friends with her. I really swear, but when I got home and saw the bottle, I knew it was my expectation that she would never come back when she left.
Isabel was breathless when she said this.
Almost what I thought. Let me tell you something. I’m not wrong. It’s no different from cutting her throat with a knife.
She’s rotten when she comes. She’s rotten when she dies. Better sit in a chair and get a cocktail, asshole.
I went over and made another drink.
You are so mean, she said, taking cocktails at the same time and then smiling like a child knows he’s in trouble. Pretending to be naive can make you stunned. You won’t tell Larry, will you?