Death becomes her

Amy and I are going to a murder mystery party tomorrow night.

"What is this?" you might ask. "Do you have the night off?"

Hardly. Actually, my boss will be there. But I have been given permission to do some reporting from the party. I just hope my cell phone doesn't ruin the whole 1920s vibe.

Maybe we'll just tell people my character hears voices, and the plastic thing is their transmitter.