I don’t really remember what I put in that cake. It must have been that program on telly, or the storm outside, or maybe it was what I read on the paper about the woman who killed her babydaughter in the washing machine that distracted me! So, I don’t know what exactly went in the cake. Eggs? Sugar? Butter? Or was it milk or cream (maybe it was a mad cow’s milk!)? Certainly there was some fruit, some kind of little red berries that I put in the cake for decoration, and then I used that icing stuff (or was it?) that looked so professional with all that writing on it and all those warnings. I don’t know why you hid it in the medicine closet, but then you always do that sort of thing, like keeping icing stuff in the medicine closet. I didn’t mean to harm you, really. The message on the cake was just a joke, you know! It was something that came to mind just like that, snap snap! I don’t know where it came from, maybe something I read or heard about, maybe the title of a song I heard on the radio, or maybe just a dream! All I can remember is that I wanted the cake to look lovely. And I made an effort, with all the berries and cream and icing on it, I really wanted to surprise you with that lovely gorgeous cake and to dhow you how much I love you. I can’t really explain why I didn’t eat no cake. Maybe it was because I wanted to give it all to you, because I wanted to keep that giving feeling going! You know what I mean, you know me. Or maybe it was because I have become conscious about my figure lately, with you always telling me I don’t look as good as I used to and making funny remarks about the shape of my ass and all that, I know you don’t mean it and it’s just a joke, but sometimes I think about it and wish I was thinner and sexier like when we first met! But then life goes on for everybody and so does time, did I tell you that you didn’t look so great yourself lately? And that you always seemed to forget things everywhere? I guess there is no point in telling you now and anyway this is not the point right now, is it? The point is what I put in that bloody cake, but as I said I can’t be sure, there was something in my mind, something I can’t remember and then those words came in my mind and I just wrote them down on the cake like that. Snap snap. People say I am weird because I write things like that, but I don’t think I am, I think those words are quite nice and musical, surely they must have come from a song I heard a long time ago.