The Woman Confronts the Man
by lavendarlace
She continued to watch, and wait. One day, soon, she would let him know she was there, but in the meantime, she needed to study his movements, to give herself more time to figure out what he was doing. He WAS up to something, that she was sure of.
One day, a few weeks later, she was at the window, watching him, when suddenly he threw back his head, and his shoulders were shaking in laughter! A thrill ran through her, a thrill of fear. She knew, deep in her soul, that his laughter wasn't humerous. It was demonic, and she couldn't help wondering when she watched the news tomorrow, was there going to be another dead celebrity? Another 'skiing accident', or would it be different this time? Maybe an accidental drowning, or another polo disaster? She went to bed that night dreading what the morning would bring.
The next day, after a night filled with nightmares and horrible visions, she reluctantly went out to pick up the newspaper. As much as she dreaded finding something that would explain his behavior of the night before, she still could not just put it out of her mind. She had to know.
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