I hated them. Jeff and Lizzy. They had invaded my house and humiliated me. They had inflicted untold damage on their children. They had almost certainly committed some terrible crime in France. They had tried to get me jailed for child abuse. And worst of all, Jeff had murdered the lovely couple next door, smashing in their skulls with a hammer before returning to dinner as if nothing had happened. They were evil. There was no doubt in my mind.
