Laetitia Vermeulen* slowly closed her white muslin curtains. Tightly, until she was sure no one could see inside. It was around 9pm. She lit the fireplace in her living room, and poured herself a double Irish whiskey, on ice. She walked to the DVD player to insert the first disc of series seven of police drama series Criminal Minds. She had the next eight episodes stacked nearby, in the correct order. Earlier that afternoon Vermeulen had calculated exactly how much time she’d need to view the DVDs: six hours, or nine 40-minute episodes. Tonight the loneliness was so deep it was “breathing” in her ears. She cradled her sausage dog, Otto. Together, they lay on the couch, under a light...
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