“Tell the jury exactly what happened the evening of April 14, 2006, Mrs. Elijah Jones.”

Elijah’s eyes paused for a moment then soon painted the picture of what happened the evening of April 14, 2006.

Elijah was all fancied up that evening, black tights, her favorite satin tea-dress, the furry pea-coat and her a-line brunette wig. She entered the Four Seasons Hotel and asked the clerk for an extra hotel key because she lost hers. As she proceeded into the elevator she cocked her revolver and it inside her coat. As she gracefully walked to room 619, she saw as a man penetrated the woman below him as he kissed her raspberry scented neck. She shot the woman but savored the man for last.

“You man me do this, Ian” she said as she shot her husband’s beautiful hazel eyes. She stashed the bodies inside the hotel’s box frames and polished every inch of the room wiping away her tracks.

“Now tell the jury exactly what happened after you killed your husband and Miss Pauline Davis.”

Elijah remembered the presence of her 9 month old twin girls. They were sleeping peacefully in their cribs until she took one of them into the bathroom. She placed her child into the tub filled with water and applied a waste basket on top of the child until she stopped crying. She did the same to the other child. She placed their bodies in two separate trash bags to let the garbage man take care of them.

“What happened to your sons, Mrs. Jones?”

Nicholas was in his bedroom sleeping, he was lying on his bed so innocently. Elijah cocked her revolver that woke up her son.

“Mom?” his last words before she blew his brains to the wall.

She went to her other son’s room and whispered in his ear, “everything will be fine, baby” and shot him in the head also.

“Now, the big question, why did you do it, Mrs. Jones? Why’d you kill your husband and Miss Pauline David? Why’d you drown your newborn twins? And why did you murder, in cold blood, your two boys?”

Elijah’s pupils dilated and swelled up. Her ocean blue eyes were being filled with water and she spoke.

“My husband replaced me for a younger, skinner, skimpier version of me. I gave him everything. I am a hardworking, successful business woman who worked so hard to put his uneducated ass to law school. And how does he repay me? He left me for that woman, took half my money saying that now that he’s going to be rich he deserves a woman with a better body: bigger boobs, slim waist, nice butt, nothing that I have, so I killed him. And for my children...I didn’t want them to live in a world where they are discriminated for their looks, they’re in a better place now. I love them.”

“After a 72 hour deliberation, how do you find the defendant, Elijah Jones?”

“We the jury find Elijah Jones guilty of 2nd degree murder and sentence her to the minimum with the chance of prole.”