It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly, a shot rang out ! It was me ! I had caught her in bed with her husband. They seemed surprised to see me. As her husband grasped his chest and staggerred out of bed, knocking over the lamp, a chair, standing on the cat, tearing down the curtains, he seemed puzzled that I would shoot my own father. Mum screamed at me, "you barstard ! "
I started to think maybe I could have handled this better.