In the current cozy mystery that I’m reading, a woman is hit on the head by an unseen killer. When she comes to, she continually refers to the attacker as a “he”. It’s brought to her attention that she couldn’t know the sex of the person who attacked her from behind. Then, she remembers that as she hit the ground–just before blacking out–she saw the heel of a man’s shoe. Tada–the person who hit her must be a guy!
After reading that–I looked down at my men’s shoes and thought:
Perhaps, I can get away with murder…