The Kind Worth Killing

by Peter Swanson

But the rules are different in airport bars, where your fellow drinkers are about to hurtle away from you in opposite directions.

“Truthfully, I don’t think murder is necessarily as bad as people make it out to be. Everyone dies. What difference does it make if a few bad apples get pushed along a little sooner than God intended? And your wife, for example, seems like the kind worth killing.”

It felt oddly formal to shake the hand of someone who had offered to help you murder your wife.

I was not so foolish as to believe that I had to lose my virginity to someone who was in love with me, but it was important that I lose my virginity to someone that I loved.