Why was it that she insisted on antagonising him? Susan knew what he was like; he tried to control his anger so why did she taunt him? He thought of her at home, the TV still blaring inanely and the curtains blocking all light. He’d been careful to close them before leaving. Sophie and her mother left; soon he too could leave the Tesco mausoleum. Why the hell did she do it? She just would not stop undermining him; she forced him to do it. She must have wanted to get him in trouble; this was just another of her teases. But he had been too clever for her tricks this time. Amid his Cheerios and Granny Smiths lay his final three items: a spade, three extra-large black sacks and a bottle of bleach. “Cashier number three, please.”The disembodied voice took on a menacing coldness. He thought back to all those times she had mocked his virility. His actions were justified, he reassured himself. She deserved everything she got. “Cashier number three, please.”
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