October 26, 2010
Her life was a schedule. She woke each day at precisely 7:10 a.m., used the bathroom, went to the kitchen to make decaffeinated coffee, then turned on the small TV on the counter and sat to watch the news -- same network each morning. Her day followed in the same way, each moment mapped out to be exactly as it was the day before, every movement she made identical. When the inevitable change occurred and threatened to disrupt the orderliness of her day, she retreated to her bedroom, feigning a headache and caressing the gun in her bedside table.