Luther and Betty were sitting on the couch, talking and dreaming of a little house in Wisconsin. It was a cozy scene, with sweats and socks on. They were a cute couple and loved each other very much. They sat close to each other, with his arm on her and her leg on him, intertwined, as one.
   Rod was getting sick and tired of all the traffic in Chicago and he needed a change. He always loved to fish and hardly ever got to do it. Betty always wanted a real kitchen, with a window she could look out and see some grass, instead of a brick building next door. And she was sick and tired of living right down the block from the son of a bitch that almost killed her. She wanted to get away too, far away.
   The tv was playing in the background, but they weren't paying much attention to it. The news came on, but they just kept talking and dreaming of that little house. And it happened.
   "A north side man was brutally murdered in his own home last night. Rod Appleton, of McLean street, was stabbed more than thirty times." Luther and Betty just looked at each other, with wide eyes and smiles begining to crack. "He was stabbed twenty times in one leg and multiple times in his other limbs, before the killer struck the final blow to his head."
   Betty smiled from ear to ear. "Yes!"
   Luther was smiling too. "Could it be true?" He asked, trying to look like he didn't know.
   Betty hugged him with all of her might and said "there is justice in this world after all."
   The news continued. "Police are questioning three suspects, who witnesses say were his friends and were visiting him last night about the time of the murder. Nobody has been arrested yet and the three friends are being treated as witnesses, so far."
   Betty yelled at the tv. "You son of a bitch! You got what you deserve!" And then she laughed. Her laugh turned into a cry, as she said "he did. That bastard almost killed me and he deserved it, I swear to God." She was still laughing and crying at the same time.
   Luther still held her. "The Lord works in mysterious ways, baby. He did that for you, I just know it."
   "Thank you God." Betty said to the ceiling. "There is a God, there really is." And then she cried on Luthers shirt.
   He didn't mind. He was glad to do it. A wet shirt was nothing. He thought about Todd. That son of a bitch really done it, he thought to himself. He is a true friend and a man of his word. Anything Todd asks me, I'll do it, he told himself. He wanted to tell Betty, but he didn't. He just held her for a while.
   The next morning Betty was singing and dancing as she watered her houseplants, when Luther woke up. He smiled. It was nice to see the old Betty again.