The Woman Who Murdered Her Husband

A friend of mine was collecting poems for an anthology of Canadian verse that he was creating. One of the contributors was a beautiful blond girl. When he showed up at her door to collect her submissions, she answered the door wearing a bikini. My friends eyes lid up. She escorted him to the living room where he took a seat in front of a coffee table. He accepted her offer of a cup a tea and she left the room. He looked around. The place needed some air. There was the smell of cat everywhere. The girl returned and placed a cup of tea in front of him. She took a seat opposite him and then placed a revolver on the coffee table between them. The mood changed.