“That chocolate’s going to kill you some day.”
I still hear Betty’s words every time I reach for some. I’m not worried. I’m much healthier than my nag of a boss ever was.
They do say chocolate can be good for the heart. Maybe she should have enjoyed more while she still could.
Betty was right. Chocolate can kill. It must have shocked her in those final moments to realize she would become its victim — or of the rat poison it contained.
She should have kept her hands off my stash, and finally given me that raise.