Darkly comic tale of Plectrude, orphaned at birth in unusual circumstances. Being brought up like a little princess by an indulgent aunt, followed by the Paris Opera Ballet School may be the stuff of little girls' dreams but don't expect fairy dust and tiaras.
She put the barrel to his head and fired until the magazine was empty.
She looked at the blood on the wall. Then, very calmly, she called the police. 'I've just killed my husband. You'd better come.'
