The thing with the lamp, and the electricity, was a reason for me to take it easy. I had to change my life and I took it seriously. For about a week. I really tried, but Frank got sick. I guess getting electrocuted wasn't very good for his body, neither was dying twice. He got the flu and staid in bed for a couple of days. He had a very bad cough.

After the first time I murdered my husband, we were totally in love with eachother again. I mean, we were given a second chance! That was something to treasure, and we did that. I appreciated his kindness, his cute looks and bright mind like I never did before. We made love all week long, every evening and morning. It was great.But I kept thinking about what happened.

The first time this strange event happened, Frank and I were ready to get to bed. We were standing next to the sink, I was brushing my teeth and Frank was shaving and modelling his beard. I allways love how he gently pushes his cheeks and chin. Suddenly I remembered I had asked him this morning to tape an episode of Star Trek Enterprise for me, while I was home late from work.