I'm eighteen. [And she'd been living with him since she was about fifteen.] We're not married-married. It's called common law, so we're seen as such. I wish it had been a real marriage.

[She glances about.]

He murdered me. [Like it's nothing! It's only something she's recently found out, too.] Apparently he's killed afterward. [Someone told her she was a character in a book. If you ask her, it's likely an autobiography of a much-older Oliver Twist.]