Mary Maloney Alternate Ending
Mary Maloney watched them take each bite from the meat. She kept giggling, because of how clueless they were. Mary’s plan was going well. The boys were eating up all the lamb, covering all her tracks. Minutes later, she peaked into the kitchen and noticed all the lamb had been eaten up. “Leaving so soon?” “Why, yes. It’s getting dark out and we should head back. Thank you for the meal Mrs. Maloney. It was splendid.” Jack had said. “Of course, glad you enjoyed it. Hope to see you return.” They all left her house and Mary Maloney sat down in her chair and began to laugh. She laughed so hard, tears began to come out of her dark brown eyes. Once she calmed down, she had went to the basement to check on Patrick. He was still there where she had left him. She kissed him goodnight and went up to go to bed. As she went up each stair case, someone rang the doorbell. Quickly, she washed her hands and opened the door. “Charlie? I thought you were heading home.”
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“Oh but of course. Come in, sit.” Mary opened the door wide enough for Charlie, sat down and began to wait for Charlie to ask her his questions. “Charlie, are you ever going to ask-” “Did you kill your husband?” Charlie quickly interrupted her. “No, of course not! Why would I harm my own husband in any way! Do you think I would ever do this to my unborn child?!” Yelled Mary Maloney. “I don’t know. You tell me.” Charlie glared at her. Mary began to panic. Charlie was onto her. She began to sweat, then she was shaking. “Get out! I gave you all my answers, I don’t know how or who killed my husband! Get out right now!” Charlie quickly got up and rushed out the door. Mary went all over the house to clean up the slightest tracks that could give anyone any ideas. Soon enough she went to her room and went to
“Oh but of course. Come in, sit.” Mary opened the door wide enough for Charlie, sat down and began to wait for Charlie to ask her his questions. “Charlie, are you ever going to ask-” “Did you kill your husband?” Charlie quickly interrupted her. “No, of course not! Why would I harm my own husband in any way! Do you think I would ever do this to my unborn child?!” Yelled Mary Maloney. “I don’t know. You tell me.” Charlie glared at her. Mary began to panic. Charlie was onto her. She began to sweat, then she was shaking. “Get out! I gave you all my answers, I don’t know how or who killed my husband! Get out right now!” Charlie quickly got up and rushed out the door. Mary went all over the house to clean up the slightest tracks that could give anyone any ideas. Soon enough she went to her room and went to