He carefully placed a black rose on her grave It was perhaps his way of saying goodbye He also added a card with a black ribbon that read “For my departed wife as she embarks on a new life”
Back home he ripped up the wall paper The pale pink color reminded him of her He gathered all her clothes and cosmetics And sent them in a sealed bag to a local charity
When the house was rid of every memory He brought in designers to refurbish it With new furniture upholstery and wall paper He wanted nothing to remind him of her
The neighbors watched the happenings With more than normal neighborly interest They wondered why he had painstakingly Eliminated even the faintest memory of her
Their curiosity was satiated a fortnight later With the arrival of two detectives at his door They spent an hour or so apparently quizzing him And then came the verdict – he had killed his wife
