https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2 Timeline en-us 2021-09-29 15:55:04 UTC 2021-10-22 02:23:33 UTC hello@padlet.com elizabethblackard https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835181264 "I have no taxes in Jefferson. Colonel Sartoris explained it to me. Perhaps one of you can gain access to the city records and satisfy yourselves." (ch. 1 pg. 2)
 

Miss emily claims she doesn't owe any taxes after her fathers death



]]> 2021-10-22 02:02:37 UTC https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835181264 elizabethblackard https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835210221 "She did that for three days, with the ministers calling on her, and the doctors, trying to persuade her to let them dispose of the body."(pg.3 ch.2)

Miss emily wouldn't let the doctors dispose of her father's death and claimed her father wasn't dead for three days. ]]> 2021-10-22 02:15:51 UTC https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835210221 elizabethblackard https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835216884 "I want the best you have. I don't care what kind." The druggist named several. "They'll kill anything up to an elephant. But what you want is--" "Arsenic," Miss Emily said. "Is that a good one?" "Is . . . arsenic? Yes, ma'am. But what you want--" "I want arsenic." ( ch. 3 pg. 4)

Miss emily insisted on buying arsenic from the druggist but wouldn't state what she needed it for.]]> 2021-10-22 02:18:49 UTC https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835216884 elizabethblackard https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835217144 "And that was the last we saw of Homer Barron. And of Miss Emily for some time." (ch. 4 pg.5)

No one saw Homer Barron again after they came back to town. ]]> 2021-10-22 02:18:57 UTC https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835217144 elizabethblackard https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835217376 "The man himself lay in the bed. For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay;"

The townspeople finally found out why they hadn't seen Homer and why the house smelled so bad. he was dead laying in the bed rotting away.]]> 2021-10-22 02:19:02 UTC https://padlet.com/elizabethblackard/wh3wsilg3k9j2mm2/wish/1835217376