The next day I woke up early, very curious as to how Frank would react. I didn't expect much of it, I knew he'd be totally upset and indignant. I made myself breakfast and pondered about how I'd spend the day. My parents had a small swimmingpool in the backyard, so I thought I could start the day fresh and active by having a swim.

It felt refreshing and my skin was all reddish when I got out. It was a cool morning with a little bit of fog hanging in the garden, and the sun was giving it a golden shine.

When I got dressed again I stood next to Frank. He'd be sleeping a long time, for he lost his arm. On the one hand, I didn't want to keep lying to him and also got tired of thinking of excuses why he was there or what we had done. And cleaning up all the mess and washing him clean was also not my hobby. On the other hand, if I did all that, I could keep this train going and kill him easier then if I didn't do it. He might run away as soon as he woke up, he might even get so mad that he'd hurt me. I just couldn't decide.

So I left him there and read the book that Frank brought with him, a novel about 24. It was even more rediculous that the series on TV. It kept me from thinking to much though, and before I knew it, the sun was high in the sky and I noticed that Frank wasn't lying in his pool of blood. When I looked out of the window, I saw him taking a shower by the pool and dive gracefully in the water. He breastcrawled and dove some more. I was hungry and made myself lunch. I knew I'd better not distrurb Frank. He hadn't run away yet, that was a good thing.

When I looked at my sandwiches the thought of poison came to my mind. If I could get Frank to eat something, I could kill him again, which would be nice, because I didn't get to do a lot of killing lately with him living in another house for quite some time. And I could get more time to think about our situation. I had to find a way to keep Frank with me, like taking him with me to a deserted place, like a desert of nature reserve. Or maybe I could buy a large house and keep him prisoner there, and have a hunt every day... I smiled and loved the idea, but I knew that wasn't possible. Maybe I could get some medicine that would keep him obedient and calm. I needed more time, so I looked in my handbag, where I had some poisons in viles.