A week after, Mary was eating an icecream with her boyfriend.
“You heard the news?”
“Yeah”, she said very absently. She was too busy thinking at the great day she just had. Something that no other woman would never have. A simple life, a true love. Who’d ever be too foolish to give all of that away from some fame?
George looked at her quite seriously “Say you, hadn’t you an entire room covered with Carol Ann’s photos?”
“Yes, I had some sort of fascination for her life”
“But still… I’m thinking that dying that way is such a pity. What a strange way to die”
“I don’t think it’s strange. Accidents happens every time”, said Mary licking her icecream
“But still… I think she was deaf from enough time to avoid such mistakes”

Carol Ann, the famous model, was found dead. Mugged and almost raped in the subway.

Oddly enough, she was a few yards from Mary’s home. And she had a cellphone in her hand. No signal. But she apparently didn’t bother to look at the display. Just tried to call the first number in the s-dial.