Burying His Pain

There was another murder last night. Everybody’s talking about it.

Despite all the arguments they always had, I know poor old Lindsay Wade next door will miss his friend. He must feel awful after having that silly fight with him the other day. Such a shame they won’t have a chance to mend the fences between them.

Yes, there’s my neighbour now, still digging hard in the garden. He’s obviously taking it bad.

“Whoo-hoo! Mr Wade!”

He doesn’t seem very happy with me saying hello. He’s coming over. Why is he holding the shovel in the air like that?