Old lady checks the temperature of her husband's sausages to ensure they are at the perfect heat for his delicate constitution.

Coincidentally, Fussy Fred's required (or demanded) temperature seems to somehow mask the taste of the poison she's gradually been adding, drip by drop over the past few weeks. Laura has put up with her husband's "coercive control" for the past five decades. Now, Laura is regaining control of her life as Fred's is gently fading away. He does seem so sleepy of late. Why, one day last week Laura even managed to sneak out of their home and visit the local store...on her own. That hadn't happened for almost 30 years. She treated herself to the biggest bar of milk chocolate and ate it all by herself, guilt-free, without Fred even knowing about it. Soon, Fred will be no more...