The door opens.

“Oh my god, the smell is horrible.”

“I told you, I didn’t know what to do with it.”

“Christ, how long ago did you kill him?”

“Four days.”

“And what? You’re just gonna let him sit there and stink the place up?”

“OK smart guy, you tell me, what the hell do you do with a dead body?”

“Shit I don’t know, I’ve never killed anybody. He can’t stay here though, that much I know.”

“You’re telling me. The whole thing has my cat really freaked out. He won’t come out of the bedroom and he’s licking all the hair off his belly.”

“What is that on the chair? Looks like shit!”

“It is shit. Apparently that happens when you die, you shit yourself.”

“Oh I don’t think so. I think he did that on purpose. One last fuck you on his way out. Why didn’t you shoot him?”

“I don’t have a gun. Besides, it felt so much better strangling him with that wire. He had time to think about what was happening.”

“You damn near cut his head off.”

“Well, I’ve been known to be overly passionate at times. You know that. So are you going to help me or what?”

“Look, you’re my sister and I love you. I’d do anything for you but right now, I’m fucking hungry.”

“I’ll make you something.”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t eat in here. It’s taking all my will power not to throw up from the stink. Seriously, it’s gross. Get your coat, we’re going out.”

“OK, no pizza though, I’m sick of pizza.”

“How about the deli down on 4th?”

“Ooohh yeah, soup in a bread bowl. Let’s go!”

He swings his arm around his sister’s shoulder and pulls her in tight. Grinning, he whispers softly in her ear.

“You’re buying.”