“On June 3,
1928
I called on you and brought you pot cheese and strawberries.
We had lunch.
Grace sat on my lap and kissed me.
I made up my mind to eat her.
On the pretense of taking her to a party, you said yes
she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester.
When we got there, I told her to remain outside.
She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off.
When all was ready,
I went to the window and called her.
Then I hid in the closet until she was in the room.
When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs.
First,
I stripped her naked.
How she did kick,
bite, and scratch.
I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces
so I could take the meat to my rooms, cook, and eat it.
How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven.