• Fred, as usual, came home late, with drops of blood on his face, and you knew that it was someone else’s blood, because he was a murderer.. Cruel, but he was always loving and affectionate towards you.. Once again he came with a huge bouquet of white roses , and came to your bedroom.... He lay down at your feet, putting his head on your knees and putting a bouquet next to you.*

—Hi, darling...You know that I love you and missed you so much?