Ashley: Omar glanced down the street in time to see the hitman, but not to pursue him. He bent over the woman's lifeless body. "There is still evil in the world, Ms. McTusa. Why did you not tell me of this?" He kissed her forehead gently as a gesture of honor, and his respect for her, and laid her swiftly on her front porch. He entered his home, and his mother asked tartly, "What have you been doing-did you see that old hag get shot? I saw it right here," she gestured toward the living room window from which a wide expanse of things could be viewed. "It's definetly a good thing to be rid of her, I must say-" and she looked straight at Omar, as though she could have known what he would do; she glared at him with all her energy-all the hate she had ever had for him, she released in her cold, blue eyes. Drowned in fury, Omar doused his anger by reaching into his pocket and quickly drew forth a small dagger which he then thrust deep into his mother's chest. With the spite of blood on his hands, to which he looked with dismay, he fell to the ground beside her and sobbed hopelessly;he was so small in the world and ther was so little he could do, but never in his lowly life had he ever thought that his mother's hatred for him would come to this.