 Come, Mrs. Wilcox. What's the matter with her? She's cracked her delirium. She just keeps sitting there like that. You can't live with secrets. Someone will find out. I'm glad. Glad they found out. Now she'll never come to see me again, Debra. Yeah, well, who came to see you? Mrs. Wilcox. I didn't want to give her that medicine. I knew it was poison, but Stella made me. She made me.