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In the personal diary that would one day be referred to as Death So Sweet - The Bundt Cake Murders of Helen Perkins, Mrs. Perkins wrote: “Murder is not so unlike marriage, in that both require immense patience and an understanding that there will be many times when an unsavory act must simply be tolerated for the greater good.”
“I am not without my regrets,” Mrs. Perkins once wrote in her diary, “and it is on glorious Spring mornings such as this one—when the air is fresh and crisp and the day that seems to hold such promise of calm and refreshing redemption is shattered by the nerve rattling screams of that precocious child next door—yes, it is on mornings just such as this that I regret not giving in to that child’s incessant pleading for a slice of the Bundt cake I had prepared especially for his equally bothersome father.”
“I would describe my relationship with the kudzu as troublesome, but tolerable,” Helen wrote in her diary; “While I do abhor the constant attack upon my rose garden, I have nothing but high praise for its ability to hide many of my murderous indiscretions.”
“The men in my life were never much for emotion,” Mrs. Perkins wrote in her diary, “and were, in fact, mostly sedentary creatures, so seeing them dead, by my own hand, never came as much of a shock, as all I had to do was imagine that I’d asked them a question that would never be answered, much as I’d done a thousand times before.”
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