"Where've you been, Tom?"


"Where've you been? Its past ten."

"I went out for a drink after work. Is there a law against it?"

"No, but you could call and let me know."

"I didn't think."

"You never do."

"What's for supper?"

"What's for supper!"


"Your supper's been in the oven for three hours."

"It's no good, it's ruined."

"What do you expect?"

"I'm starving."

"Make something then."

"I'm tired. I had a hard day at work."

"You weren't too tired to go off drinking, were you."


"Don't ‘hello’ me."

"Will you make me something or what?"


"You sit here all day and you can't even make me..."

"Sit here all day do I? I suppose Everard takes care of himself; and the house, and the shopping and cooking..."

"Yes, you're very good."

"I know I'm good. What would you do if I died?"

"Go to the funeral."

The next day she died. Hit by a truck.

The monster smiled.

Imagine black.