Dark and quiet, Safe for whistling crickets, there came banging on a door. A drunk Man holding a bottle of gin kicks the door hard. It came shattering. We see a woman with hands Akimbo, intrepid, like a leopard about to prey.

The man staggers forward, stops face to face before her. As he throws his hands to..… she begins to hit him hard. They struggle until her wrapper loosens. The bottle of gin falls, slow motion and the liquor slips the man to his kneels like a contrite Sinner. Holding the woman’s lower form, he begins to caress her.

A door slightly opens and three kids are peeping through. From fight to romance, we hear moans as the door closes. Mr. Allen knows his onions. Libido. Is. Wicked.

In the kitchen, the woman’s head is bent, hands resting on steel. A knife lying useless

“You said you’d fight him and make him behave”. A boy speaks, fists clenched behind her.

“I am sor…sorry, son”. She whimpers. The kitchen door opens and the duo turns left. It’s Mr. Allen. As he reaches the woman, she picks the knife, stabs him thrice. Alade, the boy cries out “Murder!”