There were times in Erin Patterson’s fourth day in the witness box where it seemed as if the lies she has admitted in her testimony, like the mushrooms she prepared for the beef wellington, were being cooked down as much as possible.
Had she pretended to have cancer at the fateful lunch or had she not? What, exactly, were the reasons for her repeated lies to Gail Patterson about a lump in her elbow? How about the lies she told to police?
