Term 1 Wk 20

The old man was as stiff as a board, deathly still as he lay slumped over the table, the most of his last meal still untouched. In life, he had been so pesky, ordering people around and reviling people nebulously. As his sole granddaughter and the inheritor of his titanic estate, I had plans that involved a lot of funding, particularly from his vast wealth, and could not patiently wait for him to kick the bucket. Thus, one day, as he was asleep, I added a puissant, undetectable poison into his food. Once he woke up, he ate the poisoned meal, sensing nothing disparate about it. In five minutes, he fell face down onto the table, a mild look of surprise on his face. It was the perfect crime. No one would suspect me.