“Tuna salad. It has diced carrots and celery and other good stuff.”
“Sounds good. Do you have a bagel or pumpernickel bread?”
“I’ll get you the sandwich. Be right back.” She mixed the water hemlock and carrots into the tuna mixture. The Apothecary was right. It does look like celery. She smiled as she sat next to her abusive husband and hoped that he was hungry enough to eat the entire thing.
“You’re having the same? You don’t like celery.”
“I put them in for you, left them out for me.”
The Apothecary promised a painful death: convulsions, cramps, nausea, death. Even amnesia, for just in case death was off the table.
I hope it hurts!