Rosie’s failure to stand up to Jeff only empowered him more.
‘You don’t know how to use that saucepan!’ Jeff shouted. ‘You’re no Chef!’
Rosie snapped, thirty years of pent up rage came out as she swung the saucepan in a perfect sweeping arc, the cast-iron pan hitting Jeff’s head with a loud crack.
Jeff dropped to the floor, stone dead. The carrots and onions from the saucepan mingled with blood and brains beside him.
Rosie calmly wiped her hands on a towel.
‘You’re wrong Jeff.’ Rosie said to his lifeless body. ‘I do know how to use that saucepan.’
‘You don’t know how to use that saucepan!’ Jeff shouted. ‘You’re no Chef!’
Rosie snapped, thirty years of pent up rage came out as she swung the saucepan in a perfect sweeping arc, the cast-iron pan hitting Jeff’s head with a loud crack.
Jeff dropped to the floor, stone dead. The carrots and onions from the saucepan mingled with blood and brains beside him.
Rosie calmly wiped her hands on a towel.
‘You’re wrong Jeff.’ Rosie said to his lifeless body. ‘I do know how to use that saucepan.’
