Through gritted teeth I smile and don’t tell her what I know… the affairs, the drugs.
‘She still visits and always brings chocolates,’ says MIL, smugly.
I bring a box next time but they aren’t as big or tasty.
The coroner ruled ‘poisoning’. Hidden in chocolates.
Open and shut case. She’d told everyone at Bingo about her wonderful ex-DIL.
I know you’re nodding, thinking it was me. My little chocolate box almost trapped me but the amended will in ex-DIL’s favour sealed it.
Did I tell you we look very much alike?