Moonspear Frozen here on the ladder of my life

"A-a-a-a-h..." Lele nodded the same way a person, who heard a joke and understood the punchline fifteen minutes later. "Well, in my experience there are more effective ways of getting rid of your relatives than killing them. Just saying," she shrugged, first, wondering, what had the son done to make his dad want to kill him, followed by a mental apology to the fictional victim and thinking that the father must have been a psychopath. And then she wondered, if Larkspur, who had hated most people, had ever thought of killing her? Maybe. Or not. The very essence of her step-mother was to have people around her to cater for her needs. 

"But impracticality and wastefulness of such a decision is truly scary," she decided to give him some credit for the "horror" story. "A living son can at least bring him food. A dead son can only disturb his sleep. And perhaps that was the catalyst of the murder in the first place. Yeah - why did he kill his son?" she asked.