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let the roast cook for a few more minutes to allow the skin to brown and turn crispy.
    Browned to perfection, using some oven gloves, I took Claire out of the oven, remembering something I read in a food magazine once, a long time ago. Allowing the meat to “rest” after cooking ensured it stayed tender and juicy once you carve it, so I replaced the foil and went about preparing some broccoli, the Yorkies, and gravy. I had to remove some of the juices from the roasting pan for the gravy, but I must admit that it came out very well.
    It was five o'clock on the dot when Katie and Anthony came walking through the door, huge smiles upon their faces. I had just finished setting the table and everything was perfect.
    “Hello, Anna Wow, something smells delicious!” Katie said enthusiastically.
    “Shh. Claire is sleeping,” I whispered. “Come eat. We've made a lovely roast.”
    “But I’ve missed my baby, I'd love to peek in at her before we sit down.”
    I was losing patience. I went to all this trouble to make this fucking roast and the bitch just wanted to see her bloody kid.
    I gave them my most sincere smile. And kept speaking in a hushed tone, “Truth is, Claire had a bit of a rough night. I think she may be teething. It's probably best to let her get some sleep. Grab a quick bite and I'll bring her in right after dinner.”
    Katie and Anthony looked at each other and smiled as they walked into the dining room, arm in arm. They sat at the large oak table and looked at the presentation before them. I had to admit that the table looked beautiful and the food, delicious. I was starving and couldn't wait to eat, and more importantly, I couldn't wait for the couple to try the roast I had worked so hard to perfect.
    As I served the food, Katie smiled and said, “I'm famished. You really shouldn't have gone to so much trouble.”
    It surprised me to learn that little Claire, all five kilograms of her, was more than enough to feed three adults. I piled each plate high with meat and vegetables and covered everything with rich gravy. After adding Yorkies to each plate, everyone dug in.
    “This is lovely, Anna. Thank you,” Anthony said between mouthfuls. “Is this pork? It has a very unique flavour.”
    I smiled as I told him it was a pork roast, seasoned with my own special blend of herbs and spices. After almost clearing her plate, Katie excused herself to use the toilet.  I really didn't think anything of it as I thought I had done a good job cleaning the bathroom after cutting up Claire's body in preparation for tonight's meal.
    Shortly after Katie left the table, a blood curdling scream emanated from the bathroom. Then, all went silent. Anthony and I ran to see what the problem was, and found the bathroom door locked.
    “Katie?!” Anthony screamed through the door. “Katie, honey?” He received no reply. Throwing his shoulder into the door several times, it finally burst inwards. There, passed out on the bathroom floor was Katie, her right hand clutching Claire's little arm. I guess I missed taking out all the trash. Whoops. I laughed.
    “What...” was all Anthony could manage before lurching over the toilet and throwing up tonight's dinner.
    Tosspot didn't even keep his dinner down after all the work I put into it.
    What happened next was all a bit of a blur. I remember there was screaming – a lot of screaming. I remember police swarming the house. I remember Katie waking up crying and then attacking me, repeatedly slapping and punching me until the police officers pulled her off. I remember sitting in a room at the police station being interviewed by two officers. Then I remember waking up here, in Broadmoor Hospital in Berkshire.
     
    Now, I can finally get some sleep.
     
     
     
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