For God's sake. Don't make supper for me. I'm going out.
Why, good evening, Mrs. Maloney. How're you?
I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.
And he told her. It didn't take long, four or five minutes at most, and she say very still through it all, watching him with a kind of dazed horror as he went further and further away from her with each word. (Dahl, 2-3)
I'm afraid he is. What happened?
Is he dead?
At that point, Mary Maloney simply walked up behind him and without any pause she swung the big frozen leg of lamb high in the air and brought it down as hard as she could on the back of his head. (Dahl, 3)
Well. It's not allowed, but I might just take a drop to keep me going.
Why don't you have one yourslef. You must be awfully tired. Please do. You've been very good to me.
It wasn't six o'clock yet and the lights were still on in the grocery store... The man turned and reached up behind him on the shlef for the peas. (Dahl, 4)
No. Better not finish it.
Have some more, Charlie?
Briefly, she told her story about going out to the grocer and coming back to find him on the floor. While she was talking, crying and talking, Noonan discovered a small patch of blood on the dead man's head. (Dahl, 5)
One by one the others came in and were persuaded to take a little nip of whiskey. They stood around rather awkwardly with the drinks in their hands, uncomfortable in her presence, trying to consoling things to her. (Dahl, 7)
There was a good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but they were clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to go in the kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed where she was, listening to them speaking among themselves, their voices thick and sloppy because their mouths were full of meat. (Dahl, 7)