She would have to leave very soon. If Martha knew all, she would certainly die of shock. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed. ” Inwardly, she laughed at the idea of him trying to beat on her, flailing, his arms akimbo. When she was done she checked the patio door and carried his body into the garage, burying his remains next to the ten year old girl he had raped and killed last autumn, whose bones were starting to show in small areas where the maggots had feasted. Lucy dug out an old light gray cotton miniskirt that had shrunk on Shari in the wash. “I shan’t eat him. ” She said, searching for her brassiere under his bed. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet.
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