I’m not sure why I killed her; it’s so long ago – fifty, sixty years? – I was only fourteen. She was what, eight? I think I read that in the paper some years later. Still a child. As I was. Eight is young to be killed. Fourteen is young to be a killer.
I weighted her body and dropped it in the middle of the bay. For the fish. And porpoises and dolphins and seals and whatever. Sharks? Anyway, it was never found. Now I want peace. I feel for her family … .
Are you getting all this down …?