Murders in That Place Between Your Ears.

Marjorie: When I nod, David starts cursing. His face goes red and he starts tryng to scrub his face. When I see Miriam, I smile. "Hi..." I say.

Miriam:
Ah, well, nothing out of the usual. I wave hello to Marj and march over to the small fridge, then unload my no-name brand groceries.

Marjorie: "What. The. Fuck!" yells David. I pout, distantly thinking that he shouldn't be cursing like that. Flopping down on a random bed, I lay on my back so everything is upside down. "Did you get my juice, Mir?"

Miriam:
I smack David, then turn to Marj. "Yes." I say.

David: "What the hell, Miriam?!" I growl as I stand up. "Do you know what the hell she just did?!"

Miriam:
"Quit. Cussing."

David: My eyes narrow. "What don't you come over here and make me?"

Miriam:
I narrow my eyes. The glass of water I'm holding turns a sickly green as poison seeps into it.

David: "You can't do better than that?" I say with a smirk. Marjorie rolls over on her stomach. "Not in the RV," she singsongs.

Miriam:
Glaring, I throw the glass down and storm out, grabbing my flick knife on the way out.

David: On the way out, I grab a folding chair. If one thing can be said about me, its that I'm resourceful. Hoping out of the RV, the toothpick in my mouth flicks and I get an idea.

Miriam:
I grab a hunk of scrap metal and start stabbing it. I cut myself, but I ignore the blood and keep stabbing until it's shredded.

Miriam:
I throw the scrap metal down, and wipe my bloody hands off on my jeans.