Black widow

            Ah, a victim. The most important part of a successful bombing, other than the delicious rush of the explosion, is having someone to take the fall. And here he is, the man who saw me being oh, so sweet and altruistic to that family. A very handsome man and one, apparently, attracted to sweetness and kindness, as well as to vulnerability. Strange profession he’s chosen, given that. But everyone’s got a weakness, like mine for children.

            I suppose, if I think too much about what he said when we first met, I might regret it. I won’t think about it.