A woman seeking love and security engineers the deaths of inconvenient men and rivals, framing each killing as a practical solution to an obstacle rather than a moral crisis. She narrates these acts with domestic calm, treating murder as housekeeping on the path to the family and home she wants.
Lethal violence is presented through the vocabulary of care, tidiness, and provision, so that removing a person reads like clearing clutter or resolving a logistical problem. The ordinary register neutralizes horror and makes the narrator feel reasonable to herself.
When a story is told entirely from the perspective of someone charming, witty, and self-justifying, the reader drifts into complicity, laughing with a murderer before noticing the bodies. Point of view, not the deed itself, governs who we excuse.