Victor Blackwood: holding letters, eyes wide Wh-wh-what is th-th-this? Who is th-th-this man, d-d-dear?
W-who are you? How did you get these letters? steps closer, examining the handwriting
Dear friend who has been so kind to give me shelter for the night, the man you see is just one of my many admirers.
Oh, come now, dear. You expect me to believe that? Your letters are filled with affection and endearments.
Dear hubby, your just being paranoid again
Paranoia? I've uncovered more than just paranoia here, dear. folds his arms, looking sternly at Theridsr
no one.. just some guy i met on vacation in Poland, he is from Ireland and he has a farm with his brother, I have a farm too
raises an eyebrow, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, a man from Ireland, you say? With a farm and a brother? How quaint.
Just some old friend from your past
Oh, really now? Just some old friend who writes love letters and signs them with hearts and flowers? Don't bullshit me, Theridsr.
That’s my ex lover. There’s nothing else there.
snatches the letters away Oh, really? And why should I believe you? These letters seem pretty personal. Are you hiding something from me, dear?
N-no one? Oh, come on now, dear. Don't play coy with me. snatches the letters from Theridsr's hand, scanning them quickly
The woman smiles and shrugs
narrows his eyes, voice low and intense Don't play dumb with me, dear. I can see right through your little charade. Who is this man, really?
I’m not sure but they have money and other people are donating too
paces back and forth, muttering Money... donations... this smells like a dirty game. sniffs the air Is there...
it’s my old childhood friend i haven’t seen him for years
Why are there letters from him to you? Did he confess something personal or incriminating? sniffs the air Are you hiding something, dear?
A drop of sweat rolls down her face as she turns to look at him
furrowing his brow, voice full of suspicion Is this some sort of affair? Who is this man, Theridsr? And why are you hiding these letters?