A refined white woman, teacher of languages in fact, told me over a cup of tea how one afternoon earlier in that week, a black adult male came to her front door and, sensing he was up to no good, she went to her bedroom to get a weapon and shot him through the chest.
The police told her (over the telephone) to move the body into her doorway and to put at least some of his blood on her carpet.
This done, there were no further questions asked in the break-and-entry case.
(Faculty lounge, about 1983, Durban, South Africa)
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