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instead she was watching television.
    Farah’s eyes were closed and he looked very pale. The mixture of blood and water had made his complexion lighter. His short black hair was covered in thick congealed blood.
    ‘What are we going to do with his head?’ she asked.
    Linda thought for a moment. She realised that if they didn’t cut it off and the body was found, the police would easily find out that it was Farah Noor and would find them all. They’d be sent to prison for life and she’d never see her four kids again. There was nothing else to do.
    ‘We’ll have to cut it off,’ she declared.
    Charlotte took a deep breath and began breathing heavily. Linda composed herself and got one of the white towels and placed it over Farah’s face so he wouldn’t be looking at her. She picked up the hammer and started raining blows against the battered neck, to try to detach it from the torso. Charlotte took over and pounded the head but it would not dislodge. Linda eventually picked up the bread knife and put her left hand around the dead man’s forehead. She put her knee on his torso to steady it and began sawing at the head. Charlotte helped and it took them about ten minutes with the blunt knife to sever his windpipe and get the blade through the back of his neck. The top of Farah’s spine stuck out of the back of his head. It was like a scene from a horror movie. His hair was so short and so sticky that Linda struggled to hold the head but she certainly didn’t want to put her hand inside the brain and skull, so she just let it drop and it made a thud on the floor.
    With the dismemberment of the corpse now completed the girls went into the sitting room and collapsed on the settee, where Kathleen was resting on another chair. They had a couple of drinks to steady their shattered nerves. It was only when they sat down and were away from the bathroom that the enormity of what they had done hit them. They didn’t know what to do next. The bathroom of the flat resembled an abattoir and would obviously have to be cleaned. It was hard to know where to even begin.
    Linda began to get emotional on the couch and sobbed. Charlotte put her arm around her but didn’t join in. Her attitude was what’s done is done. All they could do was make sure that the guards didn’t catch them. Farah was from Somalia and didn’t have any family in Ireland. His only real family was Kathleen and she and the girls would make up a story about Farah running away to be with an ex-girlfriend. He had been known as a ladies’ man when he was alive, so if the police checked they would think that the story wasn’t too far-fetched. They started thinking about who might notice that Farah wasn’t around. Kathleen couldn’t think of anybody off-hand. Most of his friends were in Cork and he wouldn’t be seeing them anyway now that he lived in Dublin. The Somalian community in Ireland was not that big and they tended to keep themselves to themselves. People wouldn’t necessarily think that Farah not being around was a big deal. Finally they agreed it could be done.
    The next problem was what to do with all the body parts. Farah wasn’t a small man and they couldn’t just walk down to the canal and throw him in. They would need to pack him in black bags and transport him to the water. Charlotte thought that walking in the middle of town with black bags early in the morning would arouse suspicion. She suggested that they put the body in the sports bags Kathleen used for her frequent moves. By now it was around 11 p.m. and they agreed that they should clean the place up and pack up the body. The plan was to dump it first thing in the morning, before rush-hour traffic and while it was still dark. Charlotte had been drinking down by the canal before and knew Clarke’s Bridge at Ballybough. She decided that it would be as good a place as any. The water was deep and the body would sink to the bottom. You didn’t get too many people fishing there so it