‘I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo,’ Gerald said softly, as he flicked through the morning paper. Agatha, his wife, almost spit out her tea. ‘You’re thinking about what!?’ she gaped. ‘A tattoo,’ he repeated, frowning over the financial report. ‘Just something simple – maybe a sleeve, or something tribal.’ ‘What on Earth—’ Agatha cut …
‘Do we really need a new kitchen?’ my husband asked me, in the same exasperated tone he always got halfway through a home renovation. ‘What was wrong with the last one?’ ‘Nothing was wrong with it,’ I laughed. ‘Don’t be silly. It just could have been better.’ ‘How?!’ he shook his head. ‘It was better …
The back door to my car burst open, momentarily giving me a jolt as I rushed forward to turn off the true crime podcast I’d been listening to. Was it three o’clock already? Hiding my disappointment that I’d have to wait until tomorrow before I found out who the killer was, I turned around …