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As soon as Liam gets home, he sits down on the couch. His briefcase is placed close beside him. He is looking at different directions as if he is waiting for someone.

After sitting for eight minutes, he stands up from the couch and moves in the direction of the table. He picks up the cup on the table. He looks inside it, it’s a cupful of wine. He sips the wine and returns back to his seat.

Some minutes later, Margaret walks into the sitting room. She is holding an oil-stained towel with her right hand. She sees Liam and moves in his direction.

“Welcome, dear,” Margaret said.

“Thank you. You must be cooking.”

“Yes. I am making spaghetti. How about the wine in this cup?” Margaret said, looking into the cup on the table.

“I drank it.”

“What if I had poisoned it?”

“I know you will not do such a thing.”

“I actually wanted to cup and drink the wine.”

“You can go and get another one. Besides, it wasn’t c