She was approaching the house, like any other day after work.
She was a little nervous, but it didn’t show. The nice man next door is home; that’s good. The house feels hot, she needs to open the front windows; that’s good too. Take your time; no rush, she thought. The big moment arrives and she discovers hubby in the lounge with a nasty wound on the back of his head; excellent! He looks peaceful lying there; can’t be helped. Check for pulse; dead as a dodo; absolutely, no more physical abuse coming her way. Looks as though he put up a bit of a fight; all nicely done.
Check the back door, it has been forced open; good. Items taken from house; had to be done. She agreed that he could keep the items he took, including the new TV; not so good, but hey! There’s always a price. God knows, this was expensive enough.
All seems to be in order. She reflects; she should have done this earlier.
Now – she has to scream very loud, have the neighbour come in and look after her, then go into shock, do her best to answer questions when the police arrive.
Afterwards…
Act solemn for a month.
Buy a new TV.
Start a new life.
