Dreaming of...Gaslight

He was a most charming devil at the start; quite sexy and a very good kisser.

Very kissable lips, I must say.

But it was all a charade. I would have liked to have kept him around for a bit of fun, but, if I had to to do over again, I would:

1. Fire that little baggage that passed as a maid. Who needs her around making goo-goo eyes at my man?

Pack your bags, sister.

2. Go to that darn reception without him. After all, I looked so nice.

I was armed to charm.

3. Pay more attention to that nice Scotland Yard man (who seems to like me, too)

I should have held out for him, but who knew?

4. Learn more about how the lighting system in my house works.

Note to self: find out more about this new-fangled electricity.

5. Say  "how the hell should I know where the little picture and the damn brooch are?" when accused by this increasingly psycho-husband.

Hey! Hands off, deadbeat. When's the last time
you brought in a paycheck????

6. Tie him up and tell him that I just can't stand his friggin' accent anymore. My name is PAULA, not POWLA.

Shut your escargot-hole, Mister.

7. Thank him for finding the jewels. Now Scotland Yard man and I can run away to a non-foggy location.

Trade this

for this!

8. Tell the neighbor that her worst suspicions are true - I am a slut (just to get her nosy-nose all out of joint).

And, yes, I say that with glory in my heart!

One last regret: I should have had more portraits with handsome husband taken. We were pretty cute together, weren't we? 

If only he hadn't been so nuts.....