Thank God I was spared from that.

At the very moment when I got in, a light was turned on in the room and I saw before me--but no, I will not name her--my better angel.

'Peter!' she cried, then with a woman's intuition she exclaimed, 'You have come to murder your uncle.

Don't do it.' My whole mood changed.

I broke down and cried like a--like a----" Kelly paused a moment.
"Like a boob," said Kent softly.