Harold and Maude
by Colin Higgins
Harold Chasen stepped up on the chair and placed the noose about his neck. He
pulled it tight and tugged on the knot. It would hold. He looked about the
den. The Chopin was playing softly. The envelope was propped up on the desk.
Everything was ready. He waited. Outside, a car pulled into the driveway. It
stopped, and he heard his mother get out. With barely a smile he knocked over
the chair and fell jerkily into space. In a few moments his feet had stopped
kicking, and his body swayed with the rope.
Mrs. Chasen put her keys down on the entrance table and called to the maid to
take the packages out of the car. It had been a boring luncheon and she was
tired. She looked at herself in the mirror and absently pushed at her hair. ...