None to Go. That’s right. None to go. It’s over. It’s early evening. Verry and the boys have gone to the pictures. And I have reached that state of elation that the crusade promised me. I am at peace at last. I am avenged, at peace. And, above all, innocent. Later on, I shall take his ashes to the common and scatter them there. On the rise where we used to fly our kites. Then it will all be over. It was easy, this last one. Because I knew where I was going and what I was going to say. I would be free of gloves or any disguise. And I cared not about witnesses. I was excited. I was in sight of the mountain top, and all scruples had melted on my way. A strong sense of righteousness fuelled my every step to her door. My hands were clean, as was my conscience. I was high on innocence. She only lives around the corner. When I bought our house, its location was a deliberate choice. I wanted to keep an eye on her. And I did, over the years. I watched her comings and goings. I viewed her frequent change of partners.
