Gently stirring the Coorgi pork curry around the earthen pot, he proceeded to add a dash of vinegar to it and then some bits of this and more of that until the dish was done.
Reaching into a pocket, he withdrew a small glass vial filled with a colourless liquid that he poured into the curry, quickly mixing it in. It was tasteless and odourless and would leave no traces later. He read the label, half smiling; the things you could get over the counter these days.
They’d been married so very long, it was such a pity he had to do this. There wasn’t any choice. She refused to listen to reason.
He placed the tray with a platter of rice, pork and salad on the bed in front of his wife and began making small talk as she worked her way through the platter.
She had just begun showing, that little bump announcing her as a mommy to be. She finished the platter and looking up, caught a glimpse of the triumphant glint in his eyes. A look of horror crossed her face and she clutched at her tummy, eyes wild with disgust.
“You didn’t”, she gasped.
“I did”, he crowed, “and I’ll keep doing it till you start eating them vitamin tablets!”