Murder on the menu over family dinner
It was a bit of a shock to the system when Eilis O'Hanlon discovered she was the only one in her family who wouldn't actually murder anyone
We were having a discussion over dinner recently about which one of us was most likely to commit murder. I'm not sure how we got on to the subject. Meal times do tend to be quite argumentative. That's not my fault. I'd happily eat in silence, like a monk, savouring my food. Others seem to regard the fact that we're all gathered around the table as a cue to begin a debate on such pressing subjects as why the Americans lied about going to the Moon (don't look at me; I didn't start it) and whether an author's opinion of his or her own work is any more valid than that of a reader (that one is still going on).
Somehow, murder was on the menu this night. It was quickly established that our son would indeed be prepared to kill, but only in self-defence. But that didn't really count, because everyone apart from the most mental pacifist would surely do the same.
Our eldest daughter, we decided, would kill for money, as long as she was guaranteed to get away with it.