ManyWriters

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."

My Bedmate

A week later, my wife returned from her business trip. As usual, we lay in bed at night.


"Same as always, tedious negotiations."


"I still envy you, being your own boss."


"I've asked you to come help me, but you won't."


"What time was your train that day? Why didn't you let me drive you?" I asked casually.


I didn't want my wife keeping anything from me.


"Around 6 AM, I guess. No need for a ride, the subway goes straight there."


Clearly, my wife didn't want me to know.


So she went to the prison before her trip?


"You never finished that story from last time."


"Are you serious? I just got back from a trip and I'm exhausted."


"But you're holding a book. So you're not too tired to read, just too tired to tell me a story?"


"Don't forget, you're the one who wanted to tell this story. Tell it or don't, I don't care."


I pulled the covers over myself, ready to sleep.


Chapter 5