19 February 2004
Maria and Richard were having an affair,
assuming Mrs Homer to be unaware;
they were holding hands in the flat, just about to start kissing
when Maria noticed that something was missing.
‘The curtains, they have taken the curtains away.
Los bastardos are photographing the two of us at play.
What happens if they show the film to your wife?
I can almost hear her swishing the knife.’
She turned, and in astonishment, continued to stare
at Richard who lay back, calm in his chair.
‘You’re so quiet, my sweetheart, you are not worrying, my dear?’
‘Why? She won’t be that angry, I haven’t opened a beer.’
