(She finally looks at the empty chair where Adelaide used to sit.)
You look at this house. All those poor, screaming souls upstairs throwing tantrums because they got cheated out of a heartbeat. Pathetic. You have to look at the horror, take a long sip of your drink, and say, 'That’s not my problem.' constance ahs
I was supposed to be a star, you know. My name in lights. Instead, I got a house full of corpses and a mongoloid daughter who talks to mailboxes. But you know what? I’m still standing. And Moira is still scrubbing my floors for eternity. (She finally looks at the empty chair where