The worst thing I’ve ever done? You really want to know? Not sure I should say. I mean, it was such a vulgar thing. At my age, there are so many things that could be considered the worst, but I guess I’d have to say it was killing a man. You see. I knew when I said that I’d killed a man, you’d get that look on your face. Well, you can believe it. Just because I look as if I should be baking pies and cookies for the little ones doesn’t mean that I don’t have a dangerous streak. The circumstances? Oh, come on. Why do you need to know the details? There is no gentle way to tell the truth, but I assure you that when you know the details, you’ll agree with me. You might even sing my praises. The man was my second husband. I loved that man more than chocolate, and that’s saying a lot. I was doing what you’d expected, baking chocolate chip and pecan cookies. It was a sunny day and I think there was a rainbow. I was wearing a pretty pink calico---. The point? You young ones are so impatient. Well, let me put it this way. I told him not to touch those cookies, but he just wouldn’t listen.