Richard was sat on the edge of his iron bed while Eve lounged in the doorway, well out of his reach,
“How can you sleep at night? Knowing what you've done to people?” He asked her. He had wanted to ask about Susan but felt too frightened of the answer he might receive.
“My conscience is none of your concern...” She replied in her light, airy fashion, “…Besides, I don't remember things for very long, I don't know why, but every so often memories just seem to fall out of my head. I can feel it, I know when it's happening but I can’t control it. It's not painful or anything, except I get a peculiar feeling afterwards, as if I'm missing something...” She laughed, and then continued, “...Who cares about a few dead people anyway? People die all the time. That's what I hate most about this ‘modern’ age, you're all so hypocritical! Who really gives a damn if someone on the other side of town gets killed? Who's going to remember in five minutes time anyway? I've ended a few miserable peoples’ pathetic, shallow lives. So what? They deserved it anyway, most of them. I've done the world a good turn by getting rid of the scum, more air for the rest of us.” She laughed heartily as she spoke. Richard shook his head, he wasn't sure if she actually meant any of what she'd said but she'd annoyed him again, he'd thought of Philip,
“My friend wasn't scum, he was a good man, he-” Eve cut him off,
“Ha! He was a nobody, a dribbling half-man. You should have seen the way he lusted after me. And he died sobbing!” Eve lied to Richard for the pleasure of feeling him suffer, she knew how to hurt in more ways than one, she stuck the knife into Richard’s mind and then she twisted it some more,
“And as for that bitch wife of yours! Don't expect to see her 'pretty' little face again!” Richard clenched his fists and ‘switched off‘, it was his only weapon against her until he could get free. He promised himself that one day he would get revenge. Eve did not like to be ignored and she always liked to have the last word,
“It's an interesting little trick, being able to switch off your mind like that, you've set a challenge for me, will I be able to break you? We shall have to see!”
She flounced petulantly out of his cell almost bumping into the twins as they arrived with his evening meal. They stopped dead in their tracks looking guiltily at the floor. Eve eyed them with suspicion which changed to amusement as she noted their heavily made-up faces and short dresses. She guessed immediately what was going on their minds, “Mental little tarts...” and wondered if Richard had been playing along with them, “...He's probably got some sort of loyalty hang-up.” She laughed and called out over her shoulder as she turned the corner,
“Enjoy him while you can!” She breezed along the corridor, they heard her laughter continue all the way down the stairs. After a while of standing motionless in the corridor they joined Richard in his cell. They didn’t hear him groan under his breath,
“Oh god, here they come again…” he faked a charming smile, “...Bonkers & Barmy inc.”