man strangled with miniskirt almost survives

The nightsky fell on October 16. It wobbled a bit as Rony saw his girlfriend of two years having dinner at McDonald's Philcoa at around 7 pm. Police reports were to indicate later that night that the girl in a miniskirt who lives in Project 4 had texted Rony. She was to meet her boss to discuss her promotion at 7 pm, so she cancelled her dinner plans with her boyfriend. The stocky 5'8"" Rony initially took the news as a good thing. Promotion is good. Having dinner by himself for one night couldn't possibly hurt. But it did. He walked towards the McDonald's entrance gripping his cellphone hard. He had only seen the two from afar. From the yosi vendor's stand under the Philcoa overpass, Rony had seen the girl in whose smile he drowns lean towards that bearded son of a bitch, the same one who was about to die. She had smiled to the man across that small table for two. But the nightsky was yet to fall. Rony stopped walking, deliberately. He pocketed his cellphone, which contained Mary Grace's text messages, all lies for all he cared. He took a deep breath and looked up at the nightsky. Maybe it's an obligatory thing, he thought. Flirt to get the boss' attention, get promoted, settle back to her life with me. He stood just outside the entrance. The polluted air, the throngs of passers by, and the indifferent traffic at Philcoa gave no clue that the weirdest crime that was to be recorded at Police Station 9 was about to happen. Rony gave his girlfriend the benefit of the doubt, and stared at them, again, from outside, without being noticed. Her hand traced a wayward strand of hair on her face, slowly placed it behind her ear, smiled coyly, and touched the man's hand, stroking it. Time stopped for Rony. That moment his heart was ice. His eyes lost the capacity to blink. He walked into McDonald's and asked the attendant behind the counter to give him a butterknife.