Joan hummed to herself as she finished washing the dishes and set them aside to dry. She was never one to want things like a dishwasher. To her, they never did the job they were supposed to. It was a thought process she had toward many things, her husband included.
As much as she loved him, she had never mastered how to motivate him into doing something he didn’t want to. Not even offering herself as a reward worked.
Then she had a stroke of genius and loaded the wine with ground up energy tablets. His heart attack was swift.