His young wife laughed till she creaked as he slowly drank his iced tea.
“You are laughing,” he said, wiping his well-formed lips with the hem of
the tablecloth. “Why?”
“I just happened to remember,” she said between gasps, “that I put the
cyanide of potassium in the iced tea instead of the rat trap!”
It was too droll. He laughed heartily as he slid under the table.
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