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by Jim Thompson
Description: The life insurance money--wasn't that reason enough for Ardis Clinton to kill her husband? That and his annoying neglect of his loving. But Ardis has the plan--with her dimwitted boyfriend and a meat cleaver she'll be on easy street. But sometimes the best laid plans of mice and unfaithful women often go astray.
eBook Publisher: Wonder Audiobooks, LLC/Wonder eBooks, 1960 Shock
eBookwise Release Date: May 2009
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Reading time: 7-10 min.
It was a few minutes before five o'clock when Ardis Clinton unlocked the rear door of her apartment, and admitted her lover. He was a cow-eyed young man with a wild mass of curly black hair. He worked as a dishwasher at Joe's Diner, which was directly across the alley.
They embraced passionately. Her body pressed against the meat cleaver, concealed inside his shirt, and Ardis shivered with delicious anticipation. Very soon now, it would all be over. That stupid ox, her husband, would be dead. He and his stupid cracks--all the dullness and boredom would be gone forever. And with the twenty thousand insurance money, ten thousand dollars double-indemnity...
"We're going to be so happy, Tony," she whispered. "You'll have your own place, a real swank little restaurant with what they call one of those intimate bars. And you'll just manage it, just kind of saunter around in a dress suit, and--"
"And we'll live happily ever after," Tony said. "Just me and you, baby, walking down life's highway together."
Ardis let out a gasp. She shoved him away from her, glaring up into his handsome empty face. "Don't!" she snapped. "Don't say things like that! I've told you and told you not to do it, and if I have to tell you again. I'll--!"
"But what'd I say?" he protested. "I didn't say nothin'."
"Well..." She got control of herself, forcing a smile. "Never mind, darling. You haven't had any opportunities and we've never really had a chance to know each other, so--so never mind. Things will be different after we're married." She patted his cheek, kissed him again. "You got away from the diner, all right? No one saw you leave?"
"Huh-uh. I already took the stuff up to the steam-table for Joe, and the waitress was up front too, y'know, filling the sugar bowls and the salt and pepper shakers like she always does just before dinner. And--"
"Good. Now, suppose someone comes back to the kitchen and finds out you're not there. What's your story going to be?"
"Well ... I was out in the alley dumping some garbage. I mean--" he corrected himself hastily, "maybe I was. Or maybe I was down in the basement, getting some supplies. Or maybe I was in the john--the lavatory, I mean--or--"
"Fine," Ardis said approvingly. "You don't say where you were, so they can't prove you weren't there. You just don't remember where you were, understand, darling? You might have been any number of places."
Tony nodded. Looking over her shoulder into the bedroom, he frowned worriedly. "Why'd you do that now, honey? I know this has got to look like a robbery. But tearin' up the room now, before he gets here--"
"There won't be time afterwards. Don't worry, Tony. I'll keep the door closed."
"But he might open it and look in. And if he sees all them dresser drawers dumped around, and--"
"He won't. He won't look into the bedroom. I know exactly what he'll do, exactly what he'll say, the same things that he's always done and said ever since we've been married. All the stupid, maddening, dull, tiresome--!" She broke off abruptly, conscious that her voice was rising. "Well, forget it," she said, forcing another smile. "He won't give us any trouble."