CAPTURE OF THE BISHOP
The lynx woman played as the bishop in our personal chess match, and soon she would be miserably captured. I had already a little surprise in mind, just for her.
I followed her into the supermarket, remaining invisible. At one point I heard a brusque reply being addressed to her husband who, tired of his wife’s poor treatment of him, moved along the aisle with the cart. They were at the delicatessen counter; he was choosing carrots, while she remained behind, muttering curses under her breath.
I knew only too well that her outburst would last for several minutes so I took the opportunity to go looking for some toilet paper – not that it would make a difference, since I was very fast despite my bulk – and came silently back to her.
From behind a corner, I aimed at
