The area where Asbeth climbs of the bus is near the subway back to the city, no one is really taking notice of her. She walks a few blocks through the neighbourhood. It seems quiet, people are inside, hiding from the cold, spending time with their families. She never had the joy of a loving childhood. She looks at her surroundings; she has that notion of being watched again. That’s impossible she is way out of the city and no one here knows her. She shivers from the cold, she turns back taking a different route to the subway, waiting for a train to return to the city.
I follow her from the bus station. I can imagine myself walking next to her, keeping her warm… she seems sad, how nice it will be to comfort her. She stops suddenly and look about. I hide hastily, perhaps she heard me, she turns around, walking in the direction of the subway.
Asbeth climb of the train two blocks walk to the restaurant. She walks to the back door and unlock it, she smiles, Dido is still here…. she watches him sitting there, busy with menus and documents surrounding him. She tiptoes back to the kitchen and takes his chef’s knife. He is very possessive over it; no one else is permitted to use it.
She looks at him; he would be nothing without her. She hates him with his extravagant clothes and egotistical attitude. It will be so easy……. She slowly walks towards him, deciding if she wants to slid his throat or gush him to pieces.
Asbeth is trembling and anxious; but she tries to stay calm……. she pulls the knife back, up high…. freezing into a mummy. Some-one put his hand over her mouth......
I am stunned, if she is on her way back to work, why this strange behaviour? Unless……she had something else in mind? I try to follow her, as close as possible. When se unlocks the back door, I quickly slip in behind her.
I am shocked when I see her with a chef’s knife in her hand. The owner is busy working, oblivious to her presence. I see her quivering. The next moment she pulls the knife back. Without thinking I jump forward, put my hand over her mouth and take the knife from her. Dido must have heard us, he turns around, but before he can respond or utter a word, I slice his throat with the knife and bash him several times. I turn around and look at Asbeth.
She is pale, shocked and horrified. I say nothing, pretending not to see her panic and confusion. I touch her face gently and say: “Go home, you were never here tonight….”
As Asbeth run home crying she hear his voice over and over again; go home........