“Hand me my chocolate box dear” , said Mrs Antham.

Mary was the babysitter for the night but it seemed that she was also babysitting for the elderly lady as well. Mrs Antham , grandmother of baby Jenny , just arrived from England today and have been demanding non-stop from the babysitter.

Mary knew little about the family other than the the fact that they recently came to New York from England and Jenny was their first child. They looked innocent enough and paid quite well for babysitting Jenny and being good neighbors to everyone in the estate.

Mary took a side glance at the old lady sitting at the rocking chair by the fire and attempted to make educated guess about her. She seems well to do from the various chains hanging from her neck and her arms. Not to mention the gigantic pearls at the tip of her ears.

She had not spoken much till just now and it seemed that she was a chocolate lover from what Mary saw from the bag when she took out the chocolate box on top of the luggage.

“Yes , Madam” , said Mary as she handed over the box.

“Thank you dear” , smiled Mrs Antham.

Suddenly , they heard the baby crying from the second floor and Mary ran up the stairs to took care of Jenny. Jenny went back to sleep after drinking the milk from the bottle her mother left and Mary tip-toed down the staircase back to the living room.

Mrs Antham was still by the fire place and apparently had fallen asleep as well. It took a while before Mary noticed that the old lady no longer moved. She crept towards Mrs Antham and found her dead with a piece of dark chocolate still melting inside her opened mouth.