Eldred hollered, “Stupid lazy wench, where’s my sweet tea?”
Emmylu called sweetly, “I’m on my way, darlin.”
She smiled wistfully as she carried the iced tea glass to her husband. Beads of condensation trickled down the frosty sides of the glass.
“About time, you lazy cow. When I gets up I’m gonna teach you ‘bout bein’ lazy.”
“I’m sorry, dear.” She said meekly. Her smile widened as he downed the tea in one gulp and thrust the glass at her. “More tea?” she asked.
His eyes bulged and his body seized, as sweat oozed out of his pores. He dropped the glass as the fast-acting poison began working, the flavor hidden by sweetness.
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