Six ways to Sunday: idiom, meaning in every way possible.
Wendy says, Carlos put up a fight. He was very brave. But what could he do. There were five of them, see.
Good Cop says, five?
Wendy says, yes. Five black guys. Men, not boys.
Bad Cop snorts. Shakes his head.
Wendy says, may I finish, please?
Bad Cop smirks. Let’s hear it, he says.
Wendy says, they rushed through the door. Big black men with guns and knives. We want money, they said, and Carlos told them, we don’t have any money.
Good Cop says, okay and then what.
Wendy says, well then they went crazy. Maybe drunk, or on drugs. They killed poor Carlos. Shot him and stabbed him.
Bad Cop says, five big black guys burst through the door, murdered your boyfriend six ways to Sunday and left you there standing. That’s what you’re saying?
Wendy says, I think it was five. Might have been three.
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