A lamb to the slaughter
the bottom of the empty glass when he lowered his arm. He paused a moment, leaning forward in
the chair, then he got up and went slowly over to fetch himself another.
"I'll get it!" she cried, jumping up.
"Sit down," he said.
When he came back, she noticed that the new drink was dark amber with the quantity of whiskey in
it.
"Darling, shall I get your slippers?"
"No."
She watched him as he began to sip the dark yellow drink, and she could see little oily swirls in the
liquid because it was so strong.
"I think it's a shame," she said, "that when a policeman gets to be as senior as you, they keep him
walking about on his feet all day long."
He didn't answer, so she bent her head again and went on with her sewing; bet each time he lifted
the drink to his lips, she heard the ice cubes clinking against the side of the glass.
"Darling," she said. "Would you like me to get you some cheese? I haven't made any supper
because it's Thursday."
"No," he said.
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