Contently she looked at the fruit bowl. She had
been cleaning it for hours and now it seemed to smile at her, standing
proudly amongst the other dishes with a bright gleam. Then Mary rushed
into the bedroom and started dusting. Anyone who would have seen Mary without
really knowing her would consider her to be the most average housewife
alive. An everyday woman with no ambition, except for keeping everything
tidy, who kept herself busy while awaiting her lousy husband. Who lost
herself in her little tasks around the house cause if she would stop and
think about her life she would probably look for the nearest skyscraper
and jump off. Nah, those who truly knew Mary knew in what way she differed
from the others.
It seemed harmless at first. Mary had a special
place for every object. The tiniest knicknack, the most expensive gadget
had its own emotional value, even her husband's shotgun, which had sent
quite a few rabbits to "merry bunny land in the sky", was well cared of.
Each day she would check the rooms and if the ebony chair in the bedroom
was slightly moved or the crystal figurine in the living room was standing
on the wrong shelf she'd freak out.
But now everything was perfect. Even with the
children of her niece in the house she had been able to keep the entire
house spotless. And if that meant locking them up in their room, so be
Humming she left the room and as she went down
the hall Mary decided to let the children out, after all, she was in a
extremely good mood. But then suddenly in a glimpse she noticed that the
door of the guest room had already been opened. Frank, her average husband
was sitting in the couch in the living room reading the average newspaper.
Rage filled her heart, "HE must have let them
out, must have!". She wanted to confront him with that. Yes, she would
rip the newspaper out of his hands and say....Suddenly a short but very
loud noise came out of the kitchen. Mary thought she'd faint, got hold
of herself and ran towards the "doomed" room. There she found the two little
rascals (though to her they were simply demons in disguise). Not only was
every single chair out of place, in the middle of the room lay the fruit
bowl in smithereens. It was her wedding present. This was too much. Too
She started shouting. Did they know what crime
they had committed? The answer was a dish shattered on the ground. The
two children, too young to understand, liked the scene their aunt was making.
Another dish fell, another, .... Minutes passed. At last Frank the average
husband who had been lying asleep under his average newspaper, woke up
and decided to come and see what for Pete's sake was going on.
He opened the door and that was the last thing
he would ever do.
Two days later the niece found her two boys hanged
in the garden- like two scarecrows worthy of their task- and Frank lying
quite gracefully in the kitchen, a little round hole (ten bunnies only
half a man) marked his forehead. "Mary sat at his side muttering something
unintelligible", said the niece to the nice and understanding officer.
And the kitchen sparkled in an obscene whiteness... the cleanliness of