“John, what was in that glass you just
gave me?” Susan asked in a soft voice after drinking a long sip. She looked into
John’s eyes as she cried weakly and tried to pick up the glass again with a
trembling hand.
John stared blankly at Susan as he
answered her. “Arsenic, Ma’am.”
“Arsenic! I asked you to bring me
absinthe.” Susan stood as she held onto the chair in front of her and looked as
if she could fall over any moment.
“I thought you said arsenic. I beg your
pardon, Ma’am. It’s a common mistake. They sound too much alike.”
“Do you realize what you’ve done, you
clumsy fool? I’m dying.” She crumpled to the floor.
“I am extremely sorry, Ma’am.” John held
his hands out as though it was a minor error anyone might make.
Susan crawled to the door in a daze as
she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and started to dial 911. John
suddenly realized what she was about to do and panicked. Susan stumbled, and
John rushed to her and grabbed the cell phone from her hand and threw it out
the window. He took a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped all the
furniture and glassware of finger prints, and ran out the door in a rush.
In the hallway, he met a man he had
never seen before. He shouted to him as he grabbed him by the collar, “HELP!
There’s a girl in there who is trying to poison herself. She threw her cell
phone out the window. Do you have a phone? We must call the doctor.”
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