Good Idea

"I killed all four of them this morning," he said as she let herself into the apartment.

"Mm," she responded, shutting the door with her hip and setting the bag down on the kitchen table. "And what would you like me to do about it?"

"Just...I don't know. I suppose they'll start to smell soon."

She returned from poking her head into the other room. "They will at that." She reached down, beginning to slip her shoes off. "Why did you do it?"

The crack of a pistol and then he lowered the gun. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."