“Well-what would you suggest, Sam?”
The man glanced around his shop.“How about a nice big slice of cheesecake?I know he likes that.”
“Perfect,”she said.“He loves it.”
And when it was all wrapped and she had paid, she put on her brightest smile and said,“Thank you, Sam. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Mrs. Maloney. And thank you.”
And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper;and she must cook it good, and make it as tasty as possible because the poor man was tired;and if, when she entered the house, she happened to find anything unusual, or tragic, or terrible, then naturally it would be a shock and she’d become frantic with grief and horror. Mind you, she wasn’t expecting to find anything. She was just going home with the vegetables. Mrs. Patrick Maloney going home with the vegetables on Thursday evening to cook supper for her husband.