Lamb To The Slaughter Dialectical Journal

“Lamb To the Slaughter”

And he told her, “I’m going to marry Rebecca.”

Mary froze in her chair.

Patrick continued on, “I have a seven year old son, she gave birth to him seven years ago, but I didn’t know.”

Mary’s eyes widen.

“I met her before I married you. Our marriage was determined by our parents I was going to marry her, but my parents disagreed, they forced me to marry you.”

The marriage between Patrick and Mary was only because of power and wealth.

“I never knew I had a son and Rebecca never told me, she left town when she heard me getting married. Rebecca came back when she found out that she was pregnant, but that was after we got married and moved to this town. She didn’t know where to find me, she was looking for me all

these years, and finally found me when I was standing on guard yesterday and told me everything. I can’t leave her after she has been searching and waiting for me for seven years.”

Mary’s eye looked hollow and empty after Patrick said his last few words “I’ll get the Divorce agreement to you tomorrow.”

“So there it is,” he added. “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. But there needn’t really be any fuss. I hope not anyway. It wouldn’t be very good for my job.”

If Mary wasn’t staring into blank space she might have noticed the pain and the --- in his eyes as he watch her get --- by saying these words.

“I’ll get the supper,” she managed to whisper, and this time he didn’t stop her.

Patrick knows she needs time to accept the truth or the “truth” he that told her.

He can hear her steps down the stair to the cellar. He almost burst into tears. Patrick knows that he can’t give up now, not after he have broken her heart and made up everything so she can leave him. There was no Rebecca, he had no son, his parents didn’t force him into this marriage he was the one who made things look like that both their parents wanted them to get married. Patrick was afraid that she wouldn’t agree to this marriage. I can’t stop now, Patrick thought to himself it’s working she’s believing it; he told himself to hold back the tears but one still slip down his cheek.

Patrick immediately made his way to the window with his back toward the sound of stairs the as he hears Mary coming up. I can’t let her see me like this he thought she’ll realize something is wrong. As Patrick hear Mary stop behind him, he fakes his voice as best as he can and choke back the tears so it wouldn’t sound like he’s been crying.

“For God’s sake,” he said, not turning round. “Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.”

Patrick’s muscle tightens as hear Mary coming closer to him. Is she suspecting something? He thought nervously, what should I do now? What should I say? He was lost in his thoughts when Mary walked up behind him and swung the big frozen leg of lamb on the back of his head. Patrick’s vision suddenly when darken and t-- to the ground with the sounds of overturning tables and crashing

objects.

If Patrick knew what happen, he would’ve thought it’s the best ending, I’m going to death soon anyways, now she’ll never know the truth , I rather have her hate me and start a new life than living as a widow after I die. I know she will, and I would have done the same.