Ice Cream Cake
She read about the execution the next day in the newspaper. At 8:57 p.m. CT, the U.S. Supreme Court denied an application for a stay from Edward Martin Bruer, 37. He was served his final meal at 2 p.m. His choices: 8-ounce hickory smoked beef sausage, Cracker Barrel cheese, Wendy's double cheeseburger with pickles, onions, lettuce and mayonnaise, french fries and ketchup, a kosher pickle, a Vidalia onion, Coke Classic and Breyer's Viennetta ice cream cake. He said "No" when asked for any last words. He was pronounced dead by lethal injection at 9:21 CT.
All that food. Lorraine scanned the list for clues, explanations, but all she saw was a rough palate, a powerful appetite, the simple necessity of predators. Could he have eaten it all? Perhaps gluttony was his revenge. Someone would have to clean the body.
Lorraine pondered Edward Martin Bruer's dessert choice. It was a new thing. She'd seen the commercials on TV. Tiny portions served in champagne-sherbet glasses, passed around a well-appointed table. Silver spoons pinging against crystal, the dinner guests wanting more. The voice-over: One slice is never enough. Bruer must have loved that.
Although it was late, close to 4 a.m. on the day after the execution, Lorraine drove to Albertson's and purchased a Viennetta.
She thought at first of making an occassion of the Viennetta, setting her table with a china plate, one of the good napkins and a dessert f