The Contract ©

I heard her put the kettle on,
then she made the tea
I heard her get a biscuit,
she'd bought them just for me
I heard her lay the table,
then she called me to the place
and before she offered sandwiches
she asked if I'd say Grace
she talked about her family
then talked of this and that
and the loss she'd had last winter
the day she lost the cat
and the weariness of living
and her age it didn't show
and the reason for my visit
then I said I had to go
she nodded in agreement
as she told me of her Will
and I took the hand she offered
the hand she knew would kill.