...I woke up around 4am. It was November. She had been complaining the day before about a pain in the stomach; I knew it was a lie. For as I walked through the kitchen to use the bathroom I saw her in the dark, with a bucket of chicken, slowly eating piece after piece, staring at nothing.
The next day she still wouldn't admit that it happened, but we both saw the grease stains on the covers and the crumbs on the floor.
(Enter Danbury Williams stage left)
(Margret Drops her hat, then frowns)
Fade to Black
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