Kindra Monologue

I do not expect you to believe this perfectly thought out crime. A madman may believe my story, but I am no madman myself. With much boredom in this locked up cell I will tell you the story of how I got here.
It was in my house around winter time that I began to get the idea. I absolutely loved my wife, Kindra, she was as gorgeous as an Angel and she was so very kind. I just couldn't stand the cough that she had, it sounded as if a goose was honking-- loud and obnoxious. This terrible cough would never stop, it went on and on, day and night. I would leave the house a tremendous amount during the day so that I didn't have to hear that-terrible-- very, very terrible cough. I just could not stand the cough she had, so one night at midnight, I decided to end that horrible cough.
Now at this point you may call me mad, but no madman is this intelligent. I gave Kindra her medicine every morning and night. So one night, I went to the store and bought pills that would put her to sleep-- silently, and that was when I would take the body and hide it in the ceiling of our room, which would soon be only my room. The next morning I gave her the
I opened the door and standing there, right in front of me were the police. They said the neighbors heard loud yelling a couple days ago and they haven't heard any coughing lately. I told them that she went to the doctor and I don't recall any yelling. The police asked kindly if they could check my house. I allowed them to come in with no trouble because I knew I committed the perfect crime. They would never find the body. After I showed them around my house, they told they wanted to talk for a little bit. I pulled over some chairs for them to sit on and we began to talk in my room. Then I began pacing and I couldn't stop myself, I committed the perfect crime and no one would know about it. Then couldn't stop looking at the ceiling and I began to panic. This is when they found the