recipe

"Tell me everything." He said to her.
Her eyes were swollen red. Her nails bitten down to a nub. 12 cigarettes were in the ashtray. The confining room began to feel smaller. She sighed and lit up another cigarette.
"Come on. Let's hear it."
She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and began her story:

It began when he came home from work one day. Four weeks ago or so. He had been distant. He told me that he had been sleeping with his secretary. His fucking secretary. She was quite a few years younger than me which pissed me off. But it wasn't just that. He wasn't even attractive anymore. He had gained weight and lost hair. I, on the other hand, had kept my physique. After three fucking kids, I looked damned good for my age and he is the one having the affair. Him. I went upstairs and stayed in the room for hours. I didn't want to look him. I wanted to cry but the emotion was gone for some reason. I eventually came downstairs and started to work on dinner. He was in the living room, he looked at me with tears in his eyes, and began the "I'm sorry"'s and the "I love you"'s Bull shit. Bull shit. Bull shit. Kept repeating in my mind. But I listened and waited, patiently. I looked at him and just told him OK. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to respond to him. I just told him to sit down and eat dinner and we'll figure it out. The next day is when I started it. I went to the store and got what I needed. I never thought twice about it. I had to ask a guy at the place what exactly I needed.

The man interrupted her, "I need explicit detail. I need to know."
She nodded, put her cigarette out, and continued:

Sorry. So I asked him what kind of Rat Poison would be the most.. potent, I guess. He directed me to the aisle and I got it. You see my husband loved his iced tea. Every day after work he would have 2 or 3 glasses of my iced tea. But this time it would be my special recipe. I was nervous. I thought he might taste it. But I put a lot of lemon and sugar in it to disguise the taste. Every day for three weeks I would put little by little. My anger kept building. I even kept sleeping with him just to make him not suspicious. I was disgusted. Completely and utterly disgusted with him. I just kept hoping that he would get sick soon enough. And he did. Sick as a dog and when I heard him puking in the bathroom. I smiled. I laughed at the son of a bitch. I was on my laptop and I Heard him from upstairs mumbling and puking. And I just smirked as I was googling funeral rates. Sounds heartless right? Probably how you found out what I did. Fucking google. Technology, am I right? Anyway, so that's basically it. I took him to the hospital obviously and he died a few days later. I put on the tears. I was sad a little, for my children. I felt bad for them, losing their father like that. But my daughter knew how I felt. How angry I really was. Well, not really really. She didn't realize how crazy I went. Ha ha. But then I guess that's it.. You know the rest.

He got up from his seat. 'She's heartless,' he thought. He knocked on the window and two more officers came in. "Cheryl your under arrest for the murder of John Hannah. You have the right to remain silent.."
She didn't hear anything else. All she could think of was her special recipe and smiled.