Clara Cate Miller, Class of 2023

Lamb to the Slaughter – Continued

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….And in the other room, Mary Maloney began to giggle. The plan had gone over too well, of course she was the wife of an investigator, or was the wife of an investigator, even if he was still alive, she would have had to sign the divorce papers, go through childbirth alone without the love of her life, and have to watch as her used to be husband bewed another women. Leaning up against the kitchen counter, she

remembered the day her husband told her the truth about the other women and the divorce, the day she killed him. “This is going to be a bit of a shock to you, I’m afraid.” She mimicked her husband’s voice, putting the sentence on replay in her head. The other men’s voices in the dining room were quickly fading away as she recalled the day. “But I’ve thought about it a good deal and I’ve decided the only thing to do is to tell you right away. I hope you won’t blame me too much.” 

Mary blamed him for everything he had confessed to her, so much so as to put all her emotions towards his confession and slam a piece of lamb down on his head, killing him immediately. “I have been with another woman for quite some time, and I know we have been married for many years but I only had to be with her for a couple of months to realize the love I have for her is more than it’ll ever be with you and the unborn child. I know it’s harsh what I am saying but I do hope you understand that when you love someone you can’t live without them and you have to find whatever way you can be with them.” Indeed Marry did, the person she had been in love with for years and years, that she couldn’t live without, was telling her the one thing that made her heart sink and shatter into pieces the size of ashes. “We will file for divorce tomorrow, the process will only take so long if we don’t fuss to each other about it. After that I will have to be on my way. I will only be across town I assure you, and my new wife and I will surely come to visit you once our baby is born.” The memory didn’t fill Mary’s eyes up with tears neither did it make her shake with any fear nor hatred towards herself, but it did cause another giggle to escape her lips. As she stopped giggling for the second time, she began listening to the men in the other room, this time they changed the subject. Talking about all the good times they had with Detective Patrick Maloney. 

She then smiled to herself with confidence and mumbled, “They’ll never find out.” And as days went by and became weeks, as she gave birth to her beautiful baby, and as she watched baby grow into an adult with no fingers ever pointed toward her, Mary knew her own words spoke the truth.