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"Tonight my love, I’ve made you something special for your evening cocktail”.   I informed my husband as I shook the last of the mulled berries from the shaker.

He took the drink without lifting his eyes from the evening paper, taking a hearty gulp. Then to my delight another.

“Finally, something that tastes half decent” he grumbled.

“I thought you’d like it, coming from your garden and all. I was sure to gather the root,seeds and  berries. Shall we name this cocktail Bella”.

He looked up, I couldn’t hide my triumphant smile.

“You won’t need another” I added.

“You Bitch... Belladonna”, he hissed, trying to stand.  “Yes my love, Belladonna”, I smiled, for the first time in a very long time, I felt safe.