The Human Stain
All the shit
I went through.
I come home to
some murdering bitch
treats me like garbage!
Please no more of this!
No more!
You wanted to know why
I didn’t have any possessions.
This is what’s left of my kids.
This.
It was an accident, and he knows.
He knows the truth.
There was a…
There was a heater
and it…
it tipped over,
and the place…
the place caught fire.
You know, I can’t figure out
what I should do with them.
I don’t know, do I keep them?
Do I bury them?
I don’t know.
What are you looking at?
Huh? Is this all
too trailer trash for you?
Just get out of here.
Go on, just leave.
You don’t want to be a part of this.
Don’t stay.
Please go.
Please go.
I can’t.
Please go.
Go.
Everyone knows you’re exploiting
an abused woman half your age.
Well, if this doesn’t take the cake.
What’s more, I know
damn well who wrote this.
- Who?
- Delphine Roux.
Professor of Languages
and Literature.
I hired her, for Christ’s sakes.
I hired all of them.
Why would she send you
something like this?
I’ve no idea. How the hell
should I know? You’re my lawyer.
Send her a letter. Warn her off.
- She’ll just deny that she ever
- That’s her writing.
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