Marjorie said, “I know you love him and I love him too, I do. And I know it’s hard to believe, but there’s something wrong with him. He’s sick. It’s so obvious. Haven’t you figured it out yet? He’s why I put us through everything, Merry. I knew he was getting sick, so at first I faked that I was sick so that someone would figure out that Dad was the one who needed help.”
It is both maddening and interesting that we never find out exactly where the potassium cyanide came from. Did the father really get it from somewhere--say, the Baptist he was corresponding with? Or was there really a supernatural force that led Marjorie to it, landing it right on the family's doorstep? I guess we will forever be left to wonder, but that is the fun part, I suppose.
