My Bedmate

Darling is a fanatic of mystery novels.

Murder, dismemberment - the gorier, the better.

She always reads a bit before bed.

To be honest, watching her devour those books with such relish every night kind of freaks me out.

One evening, she was at it again.

Curiously, I asked her if those books were really that interesting.

Or if she had any... thoughts.

She posed a question to me:

"What do you think is the hardest part about killing someone?"

"Erasing the evidence?"

"Wrong."

"Disposing of the body?"

"Wrong."

After I guessed incorrectly a few times, she told me what she thought was the toughest part of murder:

"Choosing the victim."