“I did not kill my husband”, I already told you that he was shot by that man with the black jacket.
Okay miss Nedson but it was your fingerprint that we found on the gun, can you explain that. No because I did not shoot my husband.
Okay listen, I know that it sounds a little bit like I’m crazy, but sometimes I think that my husband’s murder is watching me, and that he think out a plan how to kill me to. I see he’s face everywhere, I also think that he’s standing behind my back right now.
The policeman takes he’s telephone and calls the hospital, and says that he has a person that has some mental problems. He ask for some medicine,
they say that the only way to get off with the problems, is to put her away in a mental hospital for a coble of years, and then see if she still has the problems. If she hasn’t, she can come home again. The policeman look at miss Nedson , smiles and says “yes that sounds reasonable, can you come and pick her up now?”
A loud voice yelled in the phone “Yes we can”, the policeman hangs up, and goes to miss Nedson. He says quietly “come I will get you to a place were you never shall think about your husband’s murder again”, she starts to cry.
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