Don’t Get Falsely Accused of Murder!

Your wife Edna lies on the floor in front of you. Only instead of her blood being inside her throat, like usual, it’s dripping from an open wound onto the floor. In other words, she’s dead

Let’s be clear. You didn’t kill her. But man, people sure will think you did. For one, you slapped her yesterday at a restaurant in front of several dozen witnesses. But it’s the 1940s, so that’ll be considered a little hubby/wifey spitty spat. Also, you dropped by her place to serve her divorce papers, which is an unforgivable sin against America’s One Christian God. At this point, you’re batting 1-for-1 with a jury.

You’re pacing out of fear, anger, and a touch of horny regret. Inside the glass room where you found her body, your heart is beating fast. But it’s time to focus. You need to leave your wife’s murder scene without incriminating yourself of a crime you didn’t commit. Whatever you do, act not guilty!

What would you like to do?

To leave the house immediately, have a look at the “Lauded Books from the 1940s” list below. Give yourself 1 point for every book you’ve read. 

Lauded Books from the 1940s

  • Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell
  • The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
  • Native Son by Richard Wright
  • No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai
  • The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
  • The Stranger by Albert Camus
  • The Living is Easy by Dorothy West
  • Farewell, My Lovely by Raymond Chandler