Lamb to the Slaughter by Roald Dalh

Dear Diary,

Today was the death of my dearest husband.

I went to the doctor today and found out that the child in my stomach was a boy! I was so elated. When my husband came back home today, he was very cold towards me. He did not talk much and he rejected everything I offered to do for him. I offered to take his slippers and get him his drink but he just rudely rejected it. I just thought that he was especially tired today but that was not the case.

He needed to talk to me. I sat down and had a good talk with him for about four to five minutes. Patrick wanted a divorce! All because of another woman! I was fuming mad but I held back my emotions.

I went down to the cellar to get supper. It was a leg of lamb that I found in the freezer.When I went back up into the living room he was packing his bag and he provoked me saying "Try to stop me". I raised up the lamb and brought it down to his head. Within seconds, he was on the floor.

Being a detective's wife, I knew the consequences.....I had to think fast. I needed to find myself a strong alibi. I went out through the back door to the grocer. After buying some vegetables and chatted with him, I headed back home. I dropped everything on the ground and messed up the whole house as though there was a burglary.After that, I called the police.

The policemen, detectives and a forensics doctor came to my house soon after. After a few hours of investigation, the four detectives left at my house were getting tired and I offered them supper-murder weapon (Lamb) served with some whisky.

The detectives were real sloppy with their investigations and I could get away with murder as I had a strong alibi and my good rapport with my husband's colleagues.

My thoughts: The phrase I liked most that the detectives said was: "Personally, I think it is right here in this premises. Probably right under our very noses." They were referring to the murder weapon.