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He lay in the grass, watching through the window. There they were - such a beautiful family! The mother, the father, two children, and the dog clambering around their feet. He sighed. He hoped that tonight would be the night but maybe not. Not yet. One more night of watching. He crept closer, trying to listen in through the window.
"Mom, can I sleep over at Susie's tomorrow?" the girl asked. k
"I'm not sure, dear," the mother answered. "Your father is going away on a business trip tomorrow and I think you should stay home until he comes back."
"Aww, but moooom," the girl whined.
"Let me think about it," she said as she passed the bowl of potatoes to her left.
The father away? Hmm, the man in the grass thought. That might be a good night to do this!
"Carol," the father said, "if she wants to go, let her go. You'll have the dog and James home with you. And you can be the man-of-the-house." He looked at his son with a smile. The boy looked to be about 10 years old.
"Of course I can, Dad," he said with a bit of pride in his voice.
The man in the grass made no motion. He was now certain that tomorrow would be the night. The kid looked weak, the dog ... he'd have to remember to bring a bit steak for Doggo. No problem. He continued to listen.
"Well, maybe you're right, Bill," she answered. "I just wish you wouldn't have to go away for this right now. You know it's the anniversary of the accident. And I'm always nervous around this time."
"It will be ok. It's been over 10 years since the attack. I'm sure he's long forgotten by now," Bill said. "Oh, Carol, I almost forgot. Can you take me to the airport tomorrow afternoon? My plane leaves at 5 PM and I need to be there by 3:30."
"Sure. I can get groceries on my way home. That works out well for me," she said. "You kids will be ok for a bit if I'm late?"
"Mom, can I go to Suzie's?" the little girl asked again.
"Ok, I guess it's ok. James, will you be ok for a bit?" she asked.
"Of course, Mom," the boy replied.
Little does he know! The man smiled. When a bitch does that to me, I won't ever forget! And she'll get what's coming to coming to her!
With that, he slithered back until he was out of sight of the window and in the darkness of the yard. He then got up, headed to the sidewalk, and walked in the other direction to where he had parked his car. Opening the door, he slid behind the steering wheel. He thought, If I play this right, I can sneak into the house after the bitch leaves and before the kid comes home. Then, I'll be right where I need to be when the time comes! He wrote a few notes in a notebook beside him before turning off the overhead lights and starting the car.
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