“Frank remembered a guy who killed his wife with a frying pan or a teapot or some other kind of kitchenware. The couple had been married for years, when the husband just snapped. Maybe he’d been nagged too much. Maybe she undercooked his steak or refused to clean his skid-marked undies. Who knows? He felt bad enough about the whole deal to stand around and wait for the cops to come and arrest his ass. He probably learned in state prison exactly how difficult it is to be someone’s wife.”
