Lamb to the Slaughter (cold read) w/ added music
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US New York, New Jersey, Bronx, Brooklyn)Transcript
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she lowered herself back slowly into the chair, watching him all the time with those large, bewildered eyes. He had finished the second drink. It was staring down into the glass, frowning. Listen, he said, I've got something to tell you. What is it, darling? What's the matter? He had now become absolutely motionless, and he kept his head down so that the light from the lamp beside him fell across the upper part of his face, leaving the chin and the mouth in shadow. She noticed there was a little muscle moving near the corner of his left eye. This is gonna be a bit of a shock to you, I'm afraid, he said. But I thought about it a good deal, and I've decided the only thing to do is to tell you outright. I hope you won't blame me too much. And he told her it didn't take long, 45 minutes at most, and she stayed very still through it all, watching him with a kind of dazed horror as he went further and further away from her with each word. So there it is, he said, and I know it's kind of a bad time to be telling you, but there simply wasn't any other way. Of course, I'll give you money and see your looked after, but there didn't really be any fuss. I hope not anyway. It wouldn't be very good for my job. Her first instinct was not to believe any of it to reject it all. It occurred to her that perhaps he hadn't even spoken, that she herself had imagined the whole thing. Maybe if she went about her business and acted as though she hadn't been listening. Then later, when she sort of woke up again, she might find none of it ever happened. I'll get the supper, she managed to whisper. This time you didn't stop her. When she walked across the room, she couldn't feel her feet touching the floor. She couldn't feel anything at all, except a slight nausea and a desire to vomit. Everything was automatic. Now, down the stairs to the seller, the light switch, the deep freeze, the hand inside the cabinet taking hold of the first object it met. She lifted it out and looked at it. He was wrapped in paper, so she took off the paper and looked at it again. A leg of lamb