"Tell me," I asserted firmly through the phone, the weight of the recent horrific incident evident in my tone.
"Tell what?" Rosa replied. After the horrific incident she had thrust me into, I wasted no time calling her. I needed to plan her funeral. Despite the fact that I might end up being her murderer, it didn't change the reality that I was her brother and needed to take responsibility for her funeral.
"Tell me, where should I bury your body? What kind of clothes do you want your dead body to wear? A wedding dress? A murderously sexy red dress? Or perhaps a mental hospital gown?" I asked with a nonchalant tone, my words thinly veiling the anger surging within me, reaching an alarming crescendo.
"What the heck is wrong with you, Rosa? Seriously, you couldn't come up with anything bet
