TPR and I were awakened by footsteps crunching across the gravel outside our bedroom window. I ran to the front of the flat and heard voices in the sitting room. There JS slept under white sheets in a corner. Meanwhile over by the fireplace an unknown assailant stabbed her husband A to death.

When she awoke I told JS what had happened. She was grateful that her husband was dead. She was surprised that we had not noticed how much she abhorred him. His death was everything that she ever wanted.