The Husband Poisoning Society, Chapter 2
Chapter Two: Red Eye One Month Earlier One egg yolk. A pinch of salt. A pinch of pepper. A splash of Worcestershire sauce. A splash of hot sauce. One ounce of gin. I closed my eyes and downed the drink in a single gulp. The egg yolk slid down my throat in a wet spicy lump. I remained sitting, eyes closed, head bowed. I sat at a small table in the bedroom I shared with the two women in my life. Coal heated air warmed the room, and the coal smoke rolled across me smelling like a dirtier cigar smoke. “Last night was a mistake.” I announced in a voice like cracked pavement. My dachshund Quincy pawed at my leg as I slumped in my chair. I scratched his ears, and his tail fluttered with excitement. “I did warn you about Scythian snake vodka.” Fiona said, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “You also reminded me that Scythians look at mild drinkers as weak in spirit.” “Indeed. But I was not encouraging you to get in a drinking contest with my uncle. He is more bear than man....