Eve’s, dreams were of travel, but her penny pinching, soulless husband refused to waste money on such frivolity and despite her constant protestations refused to budge on this issue.
Eve was stubborn, refusing to give up her dreams and determined to give it one more try by baking her husband’s favorite, apple pie, to tempt him into a better mood.
Eve’s husband finished the apple pie with a sigh of satisfaction and Eve, giving him her most enticing look,suggested they take a shower together and make it an early night, to which he declined with a gigantic yawn, pleading fatigue.
The next evening, Eve watched, fascinated as her husband methodically consumed his apple pie, finished with a sigh of contentment, rose from his chair with a look of bewilderment, staggered forward and collapsed on the sofa.
Five hours earlier,Eve, had visited, Pandora, an old childhood friend and accepted a small vial of liquid from Pandora’s box, which she guaranteed as a lethal poison that would leave no trace in the system four hours after digestion.
Eve poured herself a glass of red wine and settled down for the four hour wait, reviewing the fine print in her husband’s life insurance policy, she had taken out the previous year, .