The next days, I kept quiet. It had been quite scary to kill Frank right where people could see it. It had been a thrill, but it was also dangerous. I didn't want to end up in jail. I'd drugged Frank again, and I enjoyed the friendly and calm relationship we had.

But I felt more and more like I had to juggle with too many balls. I had to ask my doctor for valium again, had to tell my parents Frank had a contagious desease, which they seemed to believe, but how long could I keep this up? I had to sacrifise a lot for my passion! My cunning mind set itself to solving this problem, and came up with something to try.

The problem was that Frank knew I wanted to kill him. He remembered that he died and maybe there was something I could do to wipe that from his mind. Maybe if I damaged his head very badly, it would erase those memories. His body had to build up his brain from scratch, and it was possible that the newest memories would be gone. It was a long shot, but worth a try.

So one day, I came home from work (I had to show my face there once in a while), and snuck a very heavy garden ornament I had bought inside. It was a large, fat Buddha, with a friendly smile on his face. It weight like a thousand pounds, so it could do some damage.Frank was napping on the couch, so I quickly took it upstairs and dragged Buddha to our bedroom. My heavy little friend krept behind the curtains, and waited patiently untill my plan would come into action.

I went downstairs and sat next to Frank on the couch. He woke up and smiled to me. Suddenly I got nervous. Maybe from tonight on, our lives would take another turn, maybe Frank could be his normal self again, not knowing of my deep and dark secrets. Like it was before he realised what was going on. No worries at all, the pleasures of a true and meaningfull relationship. And murders... I smiled at Frank, and we made dinner together, in which I didn't put any valium.