“Beautiful, isn’t it? A pristine scene, certainly. That old saying, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors fits well, don’t you think, dear?”
Frank just let his wife talk, on and on, never stopping, as usual. All these years of committing crimes with her, you’d think he’d be used to it by now. As he kept shoveling the intended grave deeper, he wondered if he could fit two bodies instead of just one.
“I could use a little help here, Emmy.” As she neared, Frank took a deep breath and swung the shovel. Smiling, he muttered, “yes, dear.”