Loud pounding on my door woke me as I dozed in front of the television. Two burly policemen glared.
‘Your husband collapsed at work. We believe he was poisoned.’
‘Will he be okay?’
‘Too early to tell. You both ate the chicken curry?’
Nod.
‘Did you add something to his serve?’
‘Oh, no. He cooked it and we ate before he left for night shift.’
‘We spoke to his ex-wife. She said he never cooked. She used to wait on him hand and foot.’
‘But he insisted. I complained about his laziness and he said he wanted to make amends for all his neglect.’
Eyebrows raised.
‘Really! I switched the bowls when his back was turned; my serve was too big. I didn’t want to offend him because I thought he was trying hard.’
‘I understand you recently came into a large sum of money? Signed a book deal with a major publisher?’
‘Y-es… it all started to become clear.’
Then I woke. It was only a dream. But what a great plot for a novel.
But I’ll never eat chicken curry again.
‘Your husband collapsed at work. We believe he was poisoned.’
‘Will he be okay?’
‘Too early to tell. You both ate the chicken curry?’
Nod.
‘Did you add something to his serve?’
‘Oh, no. He cooked it and we ate before he left for night shift.’
‘We spoke to his ex-wife. She said he never cooked. She used to wait on him hand and foot.’
‘But he insisted. I complained about his laziness and he said he wanted to make amends for all his neglect.’
Eyebrows raised.
‘Really! I switched the bowls when his back was turned; my serve was too big. I didn’t want to offend him because I thought he was trying hard.’
‘I understand you recently came into a large sum of money? Signed a book deal with a major publisher?’
‘Y-es… it all started to become clear.’
Then I woke. It was only a dream. But what a great plot for a novel.
But I’ll never eat chicken curry again.
