Edna sat on her couch and smoked from her pipe.
"Hopefully daddy doesn't see me smoking this. It's unladylike to smoke." She thought to herself
Edna didn't follow the social norms of her time. She was a flapper, a rebellious rejection of 1920s social norms. She took a sip of wine right beside her and continued with the pipe.
"Jesus, that's strong. Jack and the boys sure know how to brew moonshine." She said to herself
Watching with righteous indignation from the corner of the room was Bill. Bill was a tiny man but a very conseravtive one, he was disgusted to see how Edna was dressed.
She had short blonde hair, a short black dress and high heels.
"What a Harlot." He said aloud
He marched right up to Edna and shouted
"Hey! Hey! Stop that right now!" He said
Edna looked down and saw him
"What the Hell." Edna exclaimed
"You absolute whore. How do you expect to find a man dressing and acting like this."
Edna leaned in to him with her eyes squinting and a rather angry look on her face.
"The audacity of you to judge me like that. Women are allowed to have fun too." She said
"Fun for women shouldn't be this. It should be in the kitch-" before Bill could finish his sentence he had the full weight of a hundred thirty pound woman on top of him.
Before it had even begun it was over. Edna removed her foot and Bill was just some mangled meet drenched in a coat of blood. Edna grabbed the tiny corpse and dropped it into her pipe. She took a deep breath and then exhaled.
"Your backwards ways die with you old man." Edna taunted