What a my shame my husband is dead
I thought you were unhappy with him
Yes and from Weds I could have got a no faults divorce!
Well why were you keen to hide his faults?
The faults were mine
If he got home late I’d throw his dinner at him.
I wondered why you had so few plates.
I lied about him to the neighbours
Lying is hard when we forget which lie we said to whom,
I told them he beat me
Did he?
I beat him.
At what?
Chess
That’s not cruelty
It was to him
But he could have taken lessons
In what?
Being a good loser
To your own wife?
Well he was very sarcastic
He said for someone from the poorest street in Lancashire to have got into Cambridge they must have thought I was black
How my heart sings 