Status Updates From The Postman Always Rings Twice

“I love you, Frank.”

I’m not really a hellcat.

‘We thought we were on top of a mountain. That wasn’t it. It’s on top of us, and that’s where it’s been ever since that night.’ (p. 108)

13. Roadtrip with Madge the lion trainer
Of course Madge is cool and very appealing in Frank’s eyes. But she too has a plan.

Story turns out to be a captivating tale after all

12. First truly beautiful chapter, thanks to Cora’s sense of loss. And Frank not quite getting it yet. And this final word:

Her eye was all black and her breasts weren’t drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money’s worth that night .

12. First truly beautiful chapter, thanks to Cora’s sense of loss. And Frank not quite getting it yet. And this final word:

Her eye was all black and her breasts weren’t drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every word in the world. The devil got his money’s worth that night .

“We had it all, out there, that night. I didn’t know I could feel anything like that. And we kissed and sealed it so it would be there forever, no matter what happened. We had more than any two people in the world. And then we fell down. First you, and then me. Yes it makes it even. We’re down here together. But we’re not up on high anymore. Our beautiful mountain is gone.”

11. A most cynical of events, when the real driving forces prove to be the insurance companies whose motivation lies with the financial outcome rather than ethical issues and human tragedy.

9. Coroner’s inquest
Not coming off that easy after all. Betrayal in the last line of the chapter

8. To make it look like a proper accident

Hell could have opened for me then, and it wouldn’t have made any difference. I had to have her, if I hung for it.
I had her.

My voice sounded queer, like it was coming out of a tin phonograph.
‘And this you don’t know how you got.’
I hauled off and hit her in the eye as hard as I could. She went down. She was right down there at my feet, her eyes shining, her breasts trembling, drawn up in tight points and pointing right at me.

See? Love and desire, I tell you 🤦‍♂️

7. And then the feed is done
All because of a stupid train of thought, thinking there is no other way. And for what? Desire? Lust? Please! This is hardly the fundament for a happiness together. There is hardly any connection between the two lovers…