"It's all right", he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief a… - Robert Bloch

Somehow, despite it's tragedies, life goes on.

No trouble at all. Mother’s gone back to bed, and she won’t be doing any cooking — I was only going to set out some cold cuts and make some coffee. If that’s all right with you.” “Well — —

"It's sad, when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son. But I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder. They'll put him away now, as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man... as if I could do anything but just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds. They know I can't move a finger, and I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do... suspect me. They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching... they'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly...