And here, all along, she'd thought of herself as being so calm, so cool, so composed. - Robert Bloch

Nobody would be quite as surprised as my wife, when I killed her.

It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream.

All at once she could hear the sullen patter of the rain and sense the sigh of the wind behind it. She remembered the sound, because it had rained like that the day Mom was buried, the day they lowered her into that little rectangle of darkness.