Lamb to the slaughter : Diary Entry of Mary Maloney

Lamb to the slaughter : Diary Entry of Mary Maloney

Dear Diary,
Today is a miserable day for both you and me .Today I will mourn the death of my husband who wanted to leave me. At first , when he came home he seem normal and there was nothing particularly different from a normal day , it is only when,he sat on the couch and unusually drank two cups of whiskey(one normally made by me which he drank in two gulps and another made by himself which was strong).When I asked him if he wanted supper he also acted strangely insisting me not to get them.I was really quite shock at his strange reactions .Moments later he told me the bad news .At that moment ,I really thought that things will soon work out and we will be back to our normal lives.He crossed the line when he shouted at me not to give him supper.I was astonished and infuriated .I did not know what to do and I followed my natural instincs and slammed the leg of lamb ,that was supposedly his supper, on the back of his head.He was dead and I was regretful and happy at the same time.Happy that I have let my sorrows and anger out but regretful that my unborn child will be affected for my wrong doings.
So I had came up with a plan to cover up this incident .I had to find an alibi which I knew.Sam! I thought. Immediately, I practise my facial expression before leaving home to the supermarket.I completely acted normally at the supermarket.Task1 was complete.
When I reach back home I told myself there was no need to act if I see something unusual I would naturally be shocked.I came home and telephoned the police.They came to my house and analyse the problem they guaranteed my husband was dead and when to the supermarket to ask Sam if I was acting normally.I quite happy when I overheard the police saying that I was indeed acting normally at the supermarket.My second task was not that easy though.I would have to eliminate any evidence to get away with the crime.Before going to the supermarket ,I purposely cooked the leg of lamb in my oven.My job now was to feed the leg of lamb to the police officer.To my surprise they got tricked and they drank some whiskey and ate the leg of lamb too.Yes! I got away with the crime .I can't beleive I fooled the policeand for that I was overwhelmed with joy.