There was once a young beauty who moved to the United States from a small eastern European country to pursue a career in modeling. She fell into bad company and became enthralled with a supposedly wealthy, and married, real estate developer. Romance, and a divorce, ensued after which they were happily married. The union produced a lovely child, and all was well.
But years later, the husband's behavior became erratic, with episodes of great delusion. As the delusions became more profound, the wife was slowly made aware of her husband's past which involved countless situations demonstrating predatory sexual behavior. Some of this behavior involved minor children but was publicly stated as a matter of pride by the husband.
This came as a complete shock to the wife and mother; she had no idea her husband had such a sordid history, behavior unheard of in the old country. When confronted directly he flew into a rage and struck her repeatedly, breaking her jaw and blackening one eye. The child, now a boy ten years of age, came to his mother's defense and he, too, was struck but knocked unconscious. The mother, still groggy from the previous blows and slightly weakened, flew into a fit of maternal rage and grabbed the first item at hand: a gilt model of one of the husband's most famous buildings and proceeded to strike him once, hitting him on the head. He died instantly.
The household staff came rushing in when they heard the obese body of the husband crashing to the floor and called the police, while the mother lay weeping next to her unconscious son. As the boy slowly revived, the mother cried out, "What have I done?"
After a short pause, the staff replied, "You've done good, Missus. You've done good."
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