The cradle that rocks the hand

 I can just taste what it'll be like to finally prove them all wrong. Life behind bars will just be a long stay at summer camp. Free meals. Laundry service. Lots of shirtless men parading about. What's not to love. Plus, they play poker constantly in the joint. Sounds like my kinda place. Just to be right. Finally. 

Bummer I won't get to find out why she requested I leave my door open so I can hear if she yells for me. As if I could not hear her with ear plugs in. 

All you've done is exemplify how much more the money, or at least control of it, means to you. I'm rather looking forward to stealing back this modicum of control. 

I'll be doing her and the world a favor. Why not?  What's one life??  What value does it really have?  Mine certainly hasn't had any meaning or value, or worth. So why should I even hesitate to prove myself right?? It won't matter either way. So fuck it. 

But what about my mom's tennis bracelet?  My palladium ring with my initials in it?? My WSOP ring?  The hand blown glass ring?? And my silver cross on a chain with no clasp to open it??

Cordelia is boo sweeney!!  I never laid a finger on the girl. Not once, not ever. Daughter of Elon. Daughter of Elon's notebook holder, Ari. Mark my words: I'll have my revenge, be it in this life or the next. Kelly told me it was Leah who she was raising for mick veruga and someone else. And boo was her sister's rape baby. 

Ari, aka Sarah Paulson