He knew it was time for him to take charge...

...Forty years of being bullied by Norma was enough he thought, mixing the rat poison into Norma’s cocoa. Climbing the stairs, thoughts of Della, trim in her bowling whites floated into his mind.

“Cocoa dear heart”, he cooed, putting the cup next to Norma’s vast bulk taking up three-quarters of the bed. “Just finishing my supper then I’ll be up.”

Norma grinned, hoping he’d enjoy his beef with horseradish sauce into which she’d crushed half a bottle of her heart tablets. Contentedly she sipped her cocoa. Tomorrow she would be free.