(Intrapersonal Q1)

(Intrapersonal Q1)
Mary Maloney's diary

1st March 2010 Monday

Oh, what an awful day that I had today! I was so anxious for Patrick to come home every day! When he came home, I did everything for him! I kissed him, took off his coat and made drinks for him and me. I always loved this part of the day! I thought that we would be a good couple forever and I was already pregnant for six months. I knew Patrick so well that I even knew that he did not want to speak until the first drink was finished. This shows my love for him. I loved him for almost everything he had done.

But, something weird and unusual happened. Patrick finished his glass of drink in one swallow even though the glass was half filled! He also fetched himself another glass! I volunteered to get it, but he ordered me to sit down! I also asked him some questions like “may I get your slippers?”, “would you like some cheese?” etc. But he all said no. Now, I know that something is really wrong with Patrick. I knew that he had something in his heart that he was not telling me. I felt very uneasy. I was about to cook supper when Patrick ordered me to sit down. Ok, now I am really scared and uneasy! “Could he be leaving for another woman?” I thought. That was the worst thing that could happen to a pregnant wife! By then, Patrick had finished his second drink and he stared at the empty glass, frowning. I sat down slowly, watching him all the time.

Then, he told me. I realized that my worst fears had come true! My first reaction was not to believe any of it, to reject it all. “How could he do this to me?” I thought. I was so kind and caring to him! I did so much for him! Was I not good enough? Thousands of questions crossed my mind. I did so much for him, and he still left me for another woman? But I don’t know why I still went to get supper for Patrick, and this time he did not stop me. Everything seemed automatic now, like my limbs had a mind of their own. I felt very nauseous. I grabbed the first thing that I touched in the freezer. I unwrapped it as it was wrapped in paper. “We will have a lamb’s leg for supper,” I thought. When I went through the living room, Patrick was standing by the window. And he said that he was going out, don’t make supper for him. At that point, I automatically walked behind him and whacked him hard using the lamb’s leg. Then, Patrick stood there for four or five seconds before crashing to the ground, dead.

I was shocked by the fact that I apparently killed Patrick. I knew the penalty of murder and thought that it relief. Suddenly, my unborn child came to my mind. What would happen to him or her? For the sake of my child, I had to create an alibi. It was a wonder that my mind thought fast soon after I killed him. I managed to come up with a plan that I thought was brilliant.

My plan was quite simple, but yet ingenious in its design. Before going to the grocer, I practiced my smile and voice so as to not allow any suspicions to rise. At the grocer, my heart thumped quickly as I knew that this would a matter of life and death for mother and child both. I calmed myself and went to greeted Sam, who was the grocer, cheerfully. I bought a can of peas, two Idaho potatoes and a slice of cheesecake. I felt like crying up again when I mentioned the leg of lamb but managed to hold my tears back. I controlled my emotions and went off with a cheerful mind which I had to pretend.

I tried to pretend that I did not know that Patrick was dead and I would go home, finding him waiting for my supper. I tried to act as naturally as possible so no acting would be done. When I entered the house, I found poor Patrick lying in an unnatural position with his legs doubled up and one arm twisted back beneath him. All my love and longing for him welled up inside me and I cried my heart out. It was real so no acting was needed. I quickly informed the police of his death and sat down, staring forlornly out of the window waiting for the police.

When the police arrived, I told them my story while sobbing uncontrollably. One of the policemen, Jack Noonan discovered a patch of congealed blood on Patrick’s head. He quickly called a doctor and two detectives to come and investigate. They consoled me, trying to assure me that they will bring Patrick’s killer to justice while I told them my story which was partially true. One of the detectives asked about which grocer I went to buy my groceries. I faltered for a moment before telling them. The other detective who went to check if I was lying before I came back told the other that it was impossible for me to kill Patrick since I behaved normally and was so cheerful.

The next step in my plan was to dispose of the evidence left which was the leg of the lamb. Jack Noonan offered to go to his wife’s house or my sister’s place. I as I felt it would be better for me to weep over my husband’s death. They finally asked me about any heavy or blunt object that could be used as a murder weapon as Patrick’s skull was shattered by a heavy blow by a blunt weapon. I acted innocent and told them that there was nothing in the house that could be used as a weapon. I knew that I would be caught guilty if the lamb’s leg was not dispose. I grew more impatient as each second passed.

Finally Jack Noonan walked into the kitchen to search of the evidence and I was asked to accompany him. Jack then became aware of the smell of cooked gourmet chicken and told me that I forgot to off the oven which the chicken which was in. I told him to turn it off. Later on, I persuaded the policemen to eat the leg of lamb. I listened to their conversation and their voices were thick and sloppy as their mouths were full of meat and barbeque sauce. Great, they were eating it, I thought. When they said that the weapon that was used to kill Patrick must be right in the house and under their noses, I giggled because they were actually destroying the very thing they were looking for. I felt a great burden lift from my shoulders. We were safe for now but what would become of us in the near future?......