I will follow her trial but am confident in a conviction as she had motive, means, and an eyewitness account of her dastardly deed. I'll give you the ...hort story of how it all went down earlier today. Had you figured out Miss Butkis did the dirty deed?I was staring at my whiteboard of suspects again when one of my detectives leaned in my office saying, "Detective Balls, you have a visitor - a Father Bottomore."I cocked my eyebrow in surprise, "Send him in please." My curiosity was definitely. I lovedhis company. He was very well behaved and decent. He was 6' tall, fairand very good looking. He accompanied us in the morning walk. If I felttired, he would help me walk and he liked me a lot.One day morning, I almost fell down as I felt very weak. He carried meto home that day. In about 5 days or so, we had become quite close. weenjoyed together, watched TV sitting side by side, he would put his handon my shoulder, caress my cheeks etc.On the 7th day after he came, mom asked Rahul if he. Ginger began to fidget."She's a psychology major," I blurted out."I think she can answer for herself," my grandmother snapped.Ginger looked uncomfortable. "Um ... well yes I'm a psychology major."My grandmother eyed her carefully. "And what do you plan on doing with a psychology degree? Those things are sometimes so worthless. Kids now days should be majoring in law, or medicine or even engineering. Psychology will get you nowhere." She can always work at the Betty Ford Clinic meeting some. [redacted]?” I asked after taking a huge bite of my burger.“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she corrected. “And none of your business.”“Why is it none of my business?” I asked. “Were they all secret boyfriends, like some of the women in the shelter have?”She stared at me.“What do you know about boyfriends?” she asked. She blinked. “Or I should ask how do you know about boyfriends?”“I’m not a nun,” I said. It was an instinctive answer. I didn’t actually think before I spoke. In my defense, I.