Do you know now what to look for? The pleading neediness, the false falsetto laugh, the sudden quiet of the week before the deed. Will you know the sound of the beast pacing, pacing in front of your closed front door, and will you let him in? Or maybe, you’ll just feel that twinge, that pang of guilt.

Too late. Too late. But can you ever know it, know it for what it is, in time to matter?