Candy was both an enthusiastic gardener and an enthusiastic cook. She would usually manage to squeeze both hobbies in, at least for a short time, after a long day’s work at the Department of Scientific Research. Years ago she had graduated as an industrial chemist specializing in developing antidotes to ricin. Ricin is a deadly powder that is processed from castor oil plant seeds. The smallest few grains can be fatal. These days Candy had a more mundane task; she works on developing greater flexibility in plastics.
Thirty-seven years ago Candy had married her school sweetheart. The marriage was ongoing. Candy and Herbie had five children and eight grandchildren. They attributed their healthy family to a healthy lifestyle. For example, they never used salt when cooking, although sometimes Candy added a little salt from the salt shaker to her meal once dished up.
(If Candy is the only one using salt, how the heck is the story-teller going to get her to poison her husband with homemade ricin manufactured from her home-grown castor oil plants? She’ll end up poisoning herself.)
Anyway, an opportunity came for Candy to attend a Science Convention in a distant city. She prepared an evening meal for the five days she was away and stored it, each labelled with the day of the week, in the freezer. That way Herbie could come home and simply microwave his dinner. Of course, she prepared far, far too much food. And Candy sprinkled each meal with a liberal dose of homemade ricin processed from her home-grown castor oil plants. Sadly, he should be dead by the time she came back home. After all, she had proof that he had had a torrid affair with Annie, the woman who came once a week to do the washing and ironing. Not to mention Dolores the accountant, and Pam the dentist. Oh, and Sybil the barmaid at the local pub.
And Mitzie…
The affairs aside, Herbie was a great family man, and on the first evening, relieved that his wife wasn’t home to hound him, took all five meals out of the freezer and invited his five children and eight grandchildren to a hearty feast.
nice twist
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Thank you!
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Oh my! Reminds me a bit of Stephen King’s “Thinner”.
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Thanks – I can’t have copied it because I haven’t read it yet!!
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It’s a twist near the end of the book. You should read it—it’s not a long novel.
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Not all stories can have a happy ending, obviously.
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Occasionally I accidentally deviate into an unhappy ending.
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Ah, the ricin in play. You used it to full effect!
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It’s your fault. I didn’t realize until your comment the other day that ricin was so finger-lickin’ good.
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If I had a small part in that story I am happy.
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This kills.
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I’m in a bloodthirsty mood. Speaking of which, is there an online translation of the Iliad that you could recommend? or am I old enough to suss it out myself…
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I read the Robert Fagles translation. I’m a fuddy-duddy and picked up a hard copy from the library, but I think it is available online. Is it a good translation? I have nothing to compare it to, but it does the graphic violence stuff pretty well.
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Thanks- I shall seek it out. I’m a fuddy-duddy too but I’m currently broke and there’s no decent library or secondhand bookshop is the backwater I live in. (Not that I don’t like it that way).
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The internet is amazing.
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That’s why you stick around to do your poisoning!
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A spoonful of poison makes the medicine go down.
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The end is heartbreaking. (The storyteller may kindly note not to nuke an entire city for a bunch of cretins holed up in a Subway.)
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The subway is a good idea.
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