No hangover or illness: just an intense feeling of security and well-being. I dressed in a borrowed frock and, not feeling the need, went downstairs without any underwear or stockings. Anne was making breakfast, so I sat at her table, and idly discussed the bizarre spectacle we had witnessed the night before, as if it were something one sees on a regular basis. We needed to get back to the house, to consolidate the gains of the previous evening, though Anne told me that she had made some arrangements that morning which would make our life a lot easier in the weeks ahead. She had made some enquiries about professional help which were to bear fruit sometime during the next few days. In the meantime, we decided, it was up to us to soften Leo and his family up for the real assault. The truth is that, though I had said we must not kill Leo with excitement, the idea had been planted in both our minds, and it swirled beneath the dark surface of our conscious minds, like a predatory fish, waiting for the moment to strike.
