The thing about jealousy is you can't control it. I know some people say you can but did you ever try? Take me and Sadie. I really loved that girl. Wanted to marry her. Intended to speak to her father right before Christmas.
A few of my friends laughed about that. Said it was 1904, a brand new century. I should just run off with her if that's what we wanted. But I didn't listen. Wanted to get off on the right foot, so to speak. So I stayed at my place down in Waxahachie, building on three extra rooms, plotting out a nice garden for Sadie and putting a year's worth of cotton money in the bank.
Once crops were in, I did my fall fix-ups, slicked back my hair and headed for Dallas. But Sadie was gone. Her folks said she ran off with a college boy from A & M and they got married in El Paso. Apparently he had a chicken farm in McKinney. She planned to start a hat business once they returned.
I got to their place first and waited in the drawing room until they got home. Sadie was a vision in her traveling suit, and hat all covered with downy feathers. I hit her husband on the back of the head with an ax. With Sadie I took a bit more time. Cut that feathered head clean off.
Thought I'd feel better but I don't.