I can’t begin to tell you the things I discovered while I was looking for something else. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Most of science works this way. The obvious answers usually come indirectly. After Melanie’s confessions last night, I know enough to know I have to delay killing her. At least for a little while.
I realize it’s cliché to insinuate that a man should make a decision with his appendage. But I am, after all, a man and I am finding there is apparently something to that cliché.
If I’d rather not kill Melanie, on account of the s*x—and the fact that I’ve pretty much solved the problem of her being expensive to keep around—and I am forced to make a move on one of Mark’s targets, at least there’s a silver lining in the whole thing. My lovely wife gave me another clue last ni
