Her eyes were so swollen she could barely see what she was doing.
She pulled two slices from the bag and slid them into the toaster.
Her split lip quivered.
She used to love doing this for him.
When the toast was done, she carefully spread peanut butter on each slice.
He called from the other room, "Where's my sandwich?"
She knew he was still angry.
Lately, he was always angry.
Next, the knife went into the jelly jar.
The knife was dirty but it didn't matter.
It would be the poison that killed him, not a few germs.
She pulled two slices from the bag and slid them into the toaster.
Her split lip quivered.
She used to love doing this for him.
When the toast was done, she carefully spread peanut butter on each slice.
He called from the other room, "Where's my sandwich?"
She knew he was still angry.
Lately, he was always angry.
Next, the knife went into the jelly jar.
The knife was dirty but it didn't matter.
It would be the poison that killed him, not a few germs.
