"Lamb to the Slaughter
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- Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come home from work.
- For her, this was always a blissful time of day. She knew he didn't want to speak much until the first drink was finished, and she, on her side, was content to sit quietly, enjoying his company after the long hours alone in the house.
- The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.
- When the clock said ten minutes to five, she began to listen, and a few moments later, punctually as always, she heard the tires on the gravel outside,and the car door slamming, the footsteps passing the window, the key turning in the lock.
- Now and again she would glance up at the clock, but without anxiety, merely to please herself with the thought that each minute gone by made it nearer the time when he would come.
- She loved to luxuriate in the presence of this man, and to feel-almost as a sunbather feels the sun-that warm male glow that came out of him to her when they were alone together.
- She laid aside her sewing, stood up, and went forward to kiss him as he came in.
- Hullo darling, he answered.
- Hullo darling, she said.
- She took his coat and hung it in the closet. Then she walked over and made the drinks, a strongish one for him, a weak one for herself.
- As soon she was back again in her chair with the sewing, and he in the other, opposite, holding the tall glass with both hands, rocking it so the ice cubes tinkled against the side.
- She loved him for the way he sat loosely in a chair, for the way he came in a door, or moved slowly across the room with long strides.
- Yes, he said. I'm tired,
- And as he spoke, he did an unusual thing. He lifted his glass and drained it in one swallow although there was still half of it, at least half of it left...
- Tired darling?
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