Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him from work. Now and again she would glance up at the clock, but without anxiety, merely to please herself with the thought that each minute gone by made it nearer the time when he would come.
"Darling, would you like me to get you some cheese?"
"No, Just sit down for a minute, sit down. I've got something to tell you"
"Yes, I'm tired."
After four or five minutes...
A leg of lamb.
“So there it is, and I know it’s kind of a bad time to be telling you, bet there simply wasn’t any other way. Of course I’ll give you money and see you’re looked after. There needn’t really be any fuss. It wouldn’t be very good for my job.”