Molly put the arsenic in my food when I was sitting down to eat; I saw it from the corner of my eye. I couldn’t blame her; I would want me gone, too. But of course, on the other end of things … I wasn’t too keen to see that happening. I wasn’t wrong; she hadn’t fumbled with the other guests’ plates like she had with mine.

“This looks delicious!” I said as she set the plate before me. Rich, red pasta with a side salad. She put the arsenic in the pasta and it had already dissolved.

“Mommy always cooks the best pasta!” Molly’s daughter, Eve, shouted, clattering her fork against the table. I smiled but the noise gave me a migraine.

“Thank you, sweetie. And thank you, Tom. I hope everyone enjoys!”

My options were limited. I could consume the food and die. I could pass it to a fellow dinner guest. I could …

“Eve, I have quite a bit more on my plate. I want to give you mine, so you can eat even more of this yummy pasta!”

Eve’s eyes widened in excitement. “Thank you, mommy’s friend!”

I supposed Molly’s eyes widened from behind me, too. She was still plating for the other guests, but she dropped a fork when she heard this.

“Eve, no, keep your own-“

It was already too late. Her daughter began shoveling the food in her mouth and smacking her lips, humming “Yum!”

I would stay around for another day.