The Perfect Dinner

By Joseph Logsdon

Joanna Morison planned to cook the perfect dinner. Her husband had been cheating on her for years, but that was about to change. Frustrated and out of patience, Joanna planned to poison her husband. It wasn't that she didn't love him, it was just that she couldn't bear the thought of him leaving her. Every woman, no matter how forgiving, has a limit.

It was very simple, really. First, she cooked him dinner, then she discreetly poured the poison into the coffee. When it was all said and done, she had created the perfect dinner. No one, not even Betty Crocker herself, could've prepared a better meal. Why, when John Morrison entered the kitchen, he was speechless, simply speechless. In all his life, he had never seen anything so magnificent.

"Honey, you didn't do all this for me, did you?"

"Why, of course I did. Do you think it's too much?"

"No, not at all, not at all," he gasped.

"You're surprised, huh?"

"You could say that, I guess," he sighed.

"Normally, I don't do this sort of thing, but given the fact that you just got a promotion, I thought we could celebrate. So, what do you say, do you wanna sit down?"

"I honestly don't know what to say. I mean, I knew you cared about me, but not enough to do this. From the looks of things, this must've taken days to get right," John stated.

"Oh, believe me, you don't know the half of it. If I had to spend one more day in this kitchen, I'd probably go insane," she laughed.

"I believe you," John replied.

"Well, I hope you enjoy," Joanna stated.

After sitting down, John and Joanna started to consume the delicious food. For some unknown reason, John never touched his coffee. The longer she waited, the more paranoid she became. Just the thought of him finding out, made her feel nauseous.

"Is something wrong?"

"Why? Do I act like there's something wrong?"

"Well, frankly, yes," John replied.

"Uh, why aren't you drinking your coffee?"

"You mean, I haven't been drinking it?"

"No, you haven't even touched it," she sighed.

"Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

John almost consumed the poison, but at the last minute, he decided to place the coffee on the table.

"Why aren't you drinking your coffee?"

"Oh, yeah, I had enough coffee at work. When you work as many hours as I do, you learn that coffee is the only thing that'll keep you awake. It's a hard life, make no mistake of that," he sighed.

"Are you sure you don't want any?"

"Well, on second thought, I'll have some," he stated.

Before Joanna could say another word, John consumed the coffee. He was going to die, of that she was certain.

"Wow, I didn't know anyone could drink that fast," she laughed.

"Most people can't, believe it or not. It's an old trick, something that can't be learned in any school," he laughed.

"Well, do you know any other tricks?"

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me, John, why are you always gone all day?"

"I told you, work," he replied.

"Oh, for God's sake, don't give me that. You've been fucking another woman, haven't you? Why, of course you have, because if you weren't, why would you be gone all day? I loved you, the children loved you, my family loved you. Why did you have to do this to us? I'm not a good wife, I'm a great wife! You, on the other hand, are a terrible husband," she exclaimed.

"Honey, whatever you've been told, it's not true. I've been working a lot, perhaps too much. It's hard, I know, but believe me, I never cheated on you, not once. Why, just the other day, I was planning a vacation for us. That would be nice, wouldn't it? You, me, and the ocean, all in one place. I don't blame you for suspecting something, I really don't. I know plenty of guys who cheat, and I know even more who don't get caught. I, however, have always been faithful, and I will continue to be faithful, up until the day I die," he sighed.

"You mean, I was wrong?"

"I told you, never jump to conclusions," John laughed.

If Joanna could've removed the poison, she would've. Her innocent husband was going to die, and the sad thing was, she couldn't do anything about it.

"John, I have to tell you something," she gasped.

"What is it?"

"Do you remember drinking the coffee?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"Was it good?"

"It was very good," he replied.

"Great, I'm glad," she sighed.

The End