What a fantastic night. Belle of the ball you were, belle of the ball”
He unclipped his bow tie.
As for that idiot who kept pestering you, I put him in his place.
He looked at his blood-stained knuckles.
Hey, are you coming to bed? The party’s not over yet!
He went into the bathroom.
Sally, come on sweetheart
Clothes scattered across the floor, he climbed into bed.
Sally. I’ve got something special for you!
But tiredness overcame him. He fell asleep.
The bedside clock read seven minutes past four. He stretched out an arm. Her side of the bed was empty.
Sally? Sally? Where are you Sally?
He stumbled to his feet and wandered into the dining room. He found her slumped across the table. Still in her gown, she looked as beautiful as she had all evening.
Wakey wakey sleepy head!
He gently shook her shoulder.She dropped to the floor. He picked up a scribbled note. Sorry it said. Just sorry.
He fell to his knees
Why Sally, why?