Monique hated public humiliation. The art of being brought down to nothing in the eyes of people she deemed lower. Being aware of this, Anna knew how well to play the French.
Monique had had enough of Anna intentionally putting her down in the presence of people. She looked forward to the message she sent to her brothers. Ignorant that it had drowned in water, washed along with with the shrivelled dicks of her lovely brothers. And her parents, who should have seen it, were too busy getting their faces stuffed in different drugs and trying out impractical open sex with people they would later come to murder.
The dead tells no tale of how distorted the perfect family picture they were trying to build had become.
