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TASK SHEET PRESENT SIMPLE
Look at the verbs and complete

Rule for I-YOU-WE-THEY

Wake: Do we add something to the verb?

Get up: YES/NO
Clean:
Eat:

Rule for SHE-HE- IT

Wake: WE ADD ……. to most verbs

Get up:
Clean:

Go: We ADD …… to the verbs ending in O, CH, SH, X OR SS.

Wash:
Watch:

PAY ATTENTION!

STUDY: Verbs ending in CONSONANT + Y, We omit the Y and

add the termination ……..

PLAY: Verbs ending in VOWEL + Y, we add termination …..

HAVE: HAS REMEMBER HAVE is an irregular verb so it changes its

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Look at the verbs and complete

Rule for YOU-WE-THEY

Wake: Do we add something to the verb?

Get up: YES/NO
Clean: WE ADD ……. to most verbs
Eat:

Rule for SHE-HE- IT

Wake: WE ADD ……. to most verbs

Get up:
Clean:

Rule for I

Wake: WE ADD ……. to most verbs

Get up:
Clean:

PAY ATTENTION!

MAKE Verbs ending in “e” , We drop/don’t drop the “e” and

add the termination ……..

GET: Sometimes a word ends in a vowel + a consonant. For

example: get, run, swim. Before adding –ing, the consonant at the end is “____________”.

HELP: DO/DO NOT double the letter if the word ends in two
consonants.double the letter if the word ends in two consonants.

LOOK: Do NOT double the letter if the word ends in………………….. +

……………….

SNOW,FIX,BUY Do NOT double the letter if the word ends in

…………………….

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 Will vs. Be Going to
(predictions, offers, promises, intentions and decisions)
predictions, especially after I (don’t) think…. predictions, especially when they’re
I think he’ll become a lawyer. based on what we can see
We use offers and promises Look at that girl. She’s going to cry.
will for I’ll carry your bags. We use
I won’t reveal your secret going to for intentions
instant decisions I’m going to visit my granny
I’m thirsty. Oh, I’ll bring you a glass of water. next weekend.

1) Complete the sentences with will or going to, then write P (prediction),
O (offer), D (decision) or I (intention)
1. Have you had lunch? I ____________ (make) you a sandwich if you want. _____
2. Next month we ________________________ (visit) our friend in Chester. ______
3. In ten years, no one __________________________ ( use) CDs any more. ______
4. It’s such a lovely day. I think I ________________________ (walk) home. ______
5. There’s ice on the path. They _________________________ (slip) and fall. ______

2) Complete with the affirmative or negative form of will or going to and the verbs in brackets.
1. Alan, promise me you _____________________ (drink) all the juice. I want some too.
2. ‘What are you doing later?’ ‘I _________________________ (play) football.’
3. I’m so tired! I __________________________________________ (definitely/ get up) early tomorrow.
4. Scientists say the weather ____________________ (be) hot this summer.
5. ‘Jane, have fun at the party.’ ‘Thanks! I __________________ (come) home too late, I promise.’
6. Jack, you’ve been in the sun for hours. You_________________________ (have) terrible sunburn.
7. I ________________________________ (get) a job this summer. I need the money.

3) Complete these mini-dialogues. Use will or going to and the verbs given below.
/ do / turn up / lend / spend / get / tell / enter / buy /

1. Can you keep my secret?

1. Have you decided where to
2. Yes, don’t worry! I
go for your next holiday?
_________ anyone. A
2. Yes, we_________________ a
week in France. D

1. Oh, no. My MP3 player is

broken! I’m going on holiday 1. Jane, I can’t hear the TV.
tomorrow! 2. OK, Dad. I _____________
2. Don’t worry I _________ _it________. E
you mine. B

1 You’ve done your test well.

1. What ____you ___________
What ____you _______________
_______for Ann’s birthday? after finishing school?
2. Oh, I forgot about that. I
2. I_________________________
think I ____________her some
the university. F
flowers. C
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Ex. 1)

1. Have you had lunch? I ‘ll make you a sandwich if you want. _O__
2. Next month we are going to visit our friend in Chester. __I_____
3. In ten years, no one will use CDs any more. ___P_____
4. It’s such a lovely day. I think I’ll walk home. ___D_____
5. There’s ice on the path. They are going to slip and fall. ___P____

Ex. 2)

1. Alan, promise me you won’t drink all the juice. I want some too.
2. ‘What are you doing later?’ ‘I’m going to play football.’
3. I’m so tired! I’m definitely not going to get up early tomorrow.
4. Scientists say the weather will be hot this summer.
5. ‘Jane, have fun at the party.’ ‘Thanks! I won’t come home too late, I promise.’
6. Jack, you’ve been in the sun for hours. You are going to have terrible sunburn.
7. I’m going to get a job this summer. I need the money.

Ex.3)

A won’t tell
B I’ll lend
C are going to get, I’ll buy
D are going to spend
E I’ll turn it up
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 1ST AND 2ND CONDITIONALS
THE BOX (MOVIE)

A. READ THE PASSAGE BELOW AND COMPLETE THE BLANKS WITH THE VERBS IN PARENTHESES, USING
THE FIRST CONDITIONAL. YOU HAVE JUST RECEIVED THE VISIT OF A TOTAL STRANGER WHO GIVES YOU A
MYSTERIOUS BOX WITH A BUTTON AND MAKES THE FOLLOWING OFFER TO YOU. THESE ARE THE FACTS
ABOUT THE BOX:

IF YOU _________ (PUSH) THE BUTTON, TWO THINGS ________ (HAPPEN). FIRST, SOMEONE,
SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD, WHOM YOU DON'T KNOW, __________ (DIE). SECOND, YOU
____________ (RECEIVE) A PAYMENT OF ONE MILLION DOLLARS. TAX FREE. THE PAYMENT
___________ (BE) DELIVERED BY ME IN CASH TO YOU.

THERE ARE THREE RESTRICTIONS:

1. YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO KNOW ANY INFORMATION ABOUT WHO'S MAKING THE OFFER.
2. YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO DISCUSS THE DETAILS OF THIS OFFER TO ANYONE EXCEPT YOUR
HUSBAND (WIFE).
3. YOU HAVE 24 HOURS TO MAKE YOUR DECISION.
4. OTHERWISE, THE BOX ____________ (BE) REPROGRAMMED AND THE OFFER
_______________ (BE) MADE TO SOMEONE ELSE.

B. NOW WATCH THE FIRST PART OF THE SEGMENT (UNTIL THE VISITOR LEAVES HER HOUSE) AND CHECK
YOUR ANSWERS.

C. NOW DISCUSS THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS WITH A PARTNER. REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE TALKING
ABOUT AN UNREAL SITUATION, SO YOU MUST USE THE SECOND CONDITIONAL. THEN WRITE DOWN YOUR
ANSWERS. START THEM WITH IF...

1. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE IN HER SHOES?

IF

2. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU PUSHED THE BUTTON?

IF

3. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU DIDN'T PUSH THE BUTTON?

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4. WOULD YOU PUSH THE BUTTON IF YOU NEEDED THAT MONEY TO SAVE YOUR SON/DAUGHTER'S LIFE?
EXPLAIN IT.

IF

D. WATCH THE SECOND PART OF THE SEGMENT (FROM THE MOMENT SHE STARTS TALKING WITH HER
HUSBAND UNTIL THE END OF THE SEGMENT) AND ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS:

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1) Read the text and underline the comparative and superlative adjectives.

Emma Watson rose to fame when she was given a lead role of playing Hermoine – one of the best friends of
‘Harry Potter’, the biggest film of 2001. Between 2001 and 2011 she appeared in all seven’ Harry Potter’ films
and became one of the richest and the most popular teenage stars in the world.
She was born in 1990 in Paris to English parents and was brought up in Oxfordshire and London. She
studied at Oxford University graduating with a BA in English literature in 2014.
For Emma Watson the rise to fame has been easier than for other British actresses. She has starred not only
in seven Harry Potter series, but also in more serious and dramatic films such as ‘The Bling Ring’, ‘The Perks
of Being a Wallflower’ and in funnier films, such as ’This is the End’.

2) Complete the table. 3) Write the correct form of the adjective in

brackets.
Comparative Superlative
Short adjectives 1. It’s ____________today than yesterday. (cold)
big 2. It was the ______________day of my life. (sad)
rich
easy 3. Sport is ____________________ than politics.
(interesting)
funny
Long adjectives 4. It was _________________ than usual in town
popular today. (busy)
serious 5. This photo is the _______________. (bad)
dramatic
Irregular 6. You are the _______________ person I know.
adjectives (lucky)
good 7. Jane was ____________ in her old job. (happy)
bad

4) Some of these sentences are correct, and some have a word which should not be there. Write correct forms.
1. The situation is getting difficulter. ___________ more difficult _____________
2. The prices are more low here. _____________________________________
3. This game is excitinger than the last one. _____________________________________
4. I’ve got the most powerful computer in the world. _____________________________________
5. Ann thinks that Indian food is the nicer than Chinese. _____________________________________
6. The piano is heavier than the sofa. _____________________________________
7. Who is the cleverest student in of the class? _____________________________________
8. That was the funnier film I’ve ever seen. _____________________________________
9. Since the break-in he feels nervouser. _____________________________________
10. You’ve got the farthest to travel. _____________________________________
11. The factory uses the more modern production methods. _____________________________________
12. You’ve got the goodest handwriting. _____________________________________
13. The telephone is one of the most useful inventions ever. _____________________________________
14. It was the most horriblest feeling I’ve ever had. _____________________________________
15. The weather is getting worse. _____________________________________

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 “Lamb to the Slaughter”

by ROALD DAHL

The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps
alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard
behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the
Thermos bucket.

Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come in from work.

Now and again she would glance up at the clock, but without anxiety, merely
to please herself with the thought that each minute gone by made it nearer
the time when he would come. There was a slow smiling air about her, and
about everything she did. The drop of a head as she bent over her sewing
was curiously tranquil. Her skin -for this was her sixth month with child-had
acquired a wonderful translucent quality, the mouth was soft, and the eyes,
with their new placid look, seemed larger darker than before. When the clock
said ten minutes to five, she began to listen, and a few moments later,
punctually as always, she heard the tires on the gravel outside, and the car
door slamming, the footsteps passing the window, the key turning in the
lock. She laid aside her sewing, stood up, and went forward to kiss him as
he came in.

“Hullo darling,” she said.

“Hullo darling,” he answered.

She took his coat and hung it in the closet. Then she walked over and made
the drinks, a strong one for him, a weak one for herself; and soon she was
back again in her chair with the sewing, and he in the other, opposite,
holding the tall glass with both hands, rocking it so the ice cubes tinkled
against the side.

For her, this was always a blissful time of day. She knew he didn’t want to
speak much until the first drink was finished, and she, on her side, was
content to sit quietly, enjoying his company after the long hours alone in the
house. She loved to luxuriate in the presence of this man, and to feel almost
as a sunbather feels the sun-that warm male glow that came out of him to
her when they were alone together. She loved him for the way he sat
loosely in a chair, for the way he came in a door, or moved slowly across
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they rested in her, the funny shape of the mouth, and especially the way he
remained silent about his tiredness, sitting still with himself until the whiskey
had taken some of it away.

“Tired darling?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’m tired,” And as he spoke, he did an unusual thing. He

lifted his glass and drained it in one swallow although there was still half of
it, at least half of it left. She wasn’t really watching him, but she knew what
he had done because she heard the ice cubes falling back against the bottom
of the empty glass when he lowered his arm. He paused a moment, leaning
forward in the chair, then he got up and went slowly over to fetch himself
another.

“I’ll get it!” she cried, jumping up.

“Sit down,” he said.

When he came back, she noticed that the new drink was dark amber with
the quantity of whiskey in it.

“Darling, shall I get your slippers?”

“No.”

She watched him as he began to sip the dark yellow drink, and she could
see little oily swirls in the liquid because it was so strong.

“I think it’s a shame,” she said, “that when a policeman gets to be as senior
as you, they keep him walking about on his feet all day long.”

He didn’t answer, so she bent her head again and went on with her sewing;
but each time he lifted the drink to his lips, she heard the ice cubes clinking
against the side of the glass.

“Darling,” she said. “Would you like me to get you some cheese? I haven’t
made any supper because it’s Thursday.”

“No,” he said.

“If you’re too tired to eat out,” she went on, “it’s still not too late. There’s
plenty of meat and stuff in the freezer, and you can have it right here and
not even move out of the chair.”

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Her eyes waited on him for an answer, a smile, a little nod, but he made no
sign.

“Anyway,” she went on, “I’ll get you some cheese and crackers first.”

“I don’t want it,” he said.

She moved uneasily in her chair, the large eyes still watching his face. “But
you must eat! I’ll fix it anyway, and then you can have it or not, as you
like.”

She stood up and placed her sewing on the table by the

lamp. “Sit down,” he said. “Just for a minute, sit down.”

It wasn’t till then that she began to get frightened.

“Go on,” he said. “Sit down.”

She lowered herself back slowly into the chair, watching him all the time
with those large, bewildered eyes. He had finished the second drink and
was staring down into the glass, frowning.

“Listen,” he said. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

“What is it, darling? What’s the matter?”

He had now become absolutely motionless, and he kept his head down so
that the light from the lamp beside him fell across the upper part of his face,
leaving the chin and mouth in shadow. She noticed there was a little muscle
moving near the corner of his left eye.

“This is going to be a bit of a shock to you, I’m afraid,” he said. “But I’ve
thought about it a good deal and I’ve decided the only thing to do is tell you
right away. I hope you won’t blame me too much.”

And he told her. It didn’t take long, four or five minutes at most, and she
sat very still through it all, watching him with a kind of dazed horror as he
went further and further away from her with each word.

“So there it is,” he added. “And I know it’s kind of a bad time to be telling
you, but there simply wasn’t any other way. Of course I’ll give you money
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Her first instinct was not to believe any of it, to reject it all. It occurred to
her that perhaps he hadn’t even spoken, that she herself had imagined the
whole thing. Maybe, if she went about her business and acted as though
she hadn’t been listening, then later, when she sort of woke up again, she
might find none of it had ever happened.

“I’ll get the supper,” she managed to whisper, and this time he didn’t stop
her.

When she walked across the room she couldn’t feel her feet touching the
floor. She couldn’t feel anything at all- except a slight nausea and a desire
to vomit. Everything was automatic now-down the steps to the cellar, the
light switch, the deep freeze, the hand inside the cabinet taking hold of the
first object it met. She lifted it out, and looked at it. It was wrapped in
paper, so she took off the paper and looked at it again.

A leg of lamb.

All right then, they would have lamb for supper. She carried it upstairs,
holding the thin bone-end of it with both her hands, and as she went
through the living-room, she saw him standing over by the window with his
back to her, and she stopped.

“For God’s sake,” he said, hearing her, but not turning round. “Don’t make
supper for me. I’m going out.”

At that point, Mary Maloney simply walked up behind him and without any
pause she swung the big frozen leg of lamb high in the air and brought it
down as hard as she could on the back of his head.

She might just as well have hit him with a steel club.

She stepped back a pace, waiting, and the funny thing was that he remained
standing there for at least four or five seconds, gently swaying. Then he
crashed to the carpet.

The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped
bring her out of the shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised,
and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous
piece of meat tight with both hands.

All right, she told herself. So I’ve killed him.

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It was extraordinary, now, how clear her mind became all of a sudden. She
began thinking very fast. As the wife of a detective, she knew quite well
what the penalty would be. That was fine. It made no difference to her. In
fact, it would be a relief. On the other hand, what about the child? What
were the laws about murderers with unborn children? Did they kill then
both-mother and child? Or did they wait until the tenth month? What did
they do?

Mary Maloney didn’t know. And she certainly wasn’t prepared to take a
chance.

She carried the meat into the kitchen, placed it in a pan, turned the oven on
high, and shoved it inside. Then she washed her hands and ran upstairs to
the bedroom. She sat down before the mirror, tidied her hair, touched up
her lips and face. She tried a smile. It came out rather peculiar. She tried
again.

“Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, aloud.

The voice sounded peculiar too.

“I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.”

That was better. Both the smile and the voice were coming out better now.
She rehearsed it several times more. Then she ran downstairs, took her
coat, went out the back door, down the garden, and into the street.

It wasn’t six o’clock yet and the lights were still on in the grocery

shop. “Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, smiling at the man behind the

counter. “Why, good evening, Mrs. Maloney. How’re you?”

“I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.”

The man turned and reached up behind him on the shelf for the peas.

“Patrick’s decided he’s tired and doesn’t want to eat out tonight,” she told
him. “We usually go out Thursdays, you know, and now he’s caught me
without any vegetables in the house.”

“Then how about meat, Mrs. Maloney?”

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“I don’t know much about cooking it frozen, Sam, but I’m taking a chance
on it this time. You think it’ll be all right?”

“Personally,” the grocer said, “I don’t believe it makes any difference. You
want these Idaho potatoes?”

“Oh yes, that’ll be fine. Two of those.”

“Anything else?” The grocer cocked his head on one side, looking at her
pleasantly. “How about afterwards? What are you going to give him
afterwards?”

“Well-what would you suggest, Sam?”

The man glanced around his shop. “How about a nice big slice of
cheesecake? I know he likes that.”

“Perfect,” she said. “He loves it.”

And when it was all wrapped and she had paid, she put on her brightest
smile and said, “Thank you, Sam. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Maloney. And thank you.”

And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she
was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper; and
she must cook it good, and make it as tasty as possible because the poor
man was tired; and if, when she entered the house, she happened to find
anything unusual, or tragic, or terrible, then naturally it would be a shock
and she’d become frantic with grief and horror. Mind you, she wasn’t
expecting to find anything. She was just going home with the vegetables.
Mrs. Patrick Maloney going home with the vegetables on Thursday evening
to cook supper for her husband.

That’s the way, she told herself. Do everything right and natural. Keep
things absolutely natural and there’ll be no need for any acting at all.

Therefore, when she entered the kitchen by the back door, she was
humming a little tune to herself and smiling.

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She put the parcel down on the table and went through into the living room;
and when she saw him lying there on the floor with his legs doubled up and
one arm twisted back underneath his body, it really was rather a shock. All
the old love and longing for him welled up inside her, and she ran over to
him, knelt down beside him, and began to cry her heart out. It was easy. No
acting was necessary.

A few minutes later she got up and went to the phone. She knew the
number of the police station, and when the man at the other end answered,
she cried to him, “Quick! Come quick! Patrick’s dead!”

“Who’s speaking?”

“Mrs. Maloney. Mrs. Patrick Maloney.”

“You mean Patrick Maloney’s dead?”

“I think so,” she sobbed. “He’s lying on the floor and I think he’s dead.”

“Be right over,” the man said.

The car came very quickly, and when she opened the front door, two
policemen walked in. She knew them both-she knew nearly all the men at
that precinct-and she fell right into a chair, then went over to join the other
one, who was called O’Malley, kneeling by the body.

“Is he dead?” she cried.

“I’m afraid he is. What happened?”

Briefly, she told her story about going out to the grocer and coming back to
find him on the floor. While she was talking, crying and talking, Noonan
discovered a small patch of congealed blood on the dead man’s head. He
showed it to O’Malley who got up at once and hurried to the phone.

Soon, other men began to come into the house. First a doctor, then two
detectives, one of whom she knew by name. Later, a police photographer
arrived and took pictures, and a man who knew about fingerprints. There
was a great deal of whispering and muttering beside the corpse, and the
detectives kept asking her a lot of questions. But they always treated her
kindly. She told her story again, this time right from the beginning, when
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vegetables, and came back to find him lying on the floor.

Which grocer?” one of the detectives asked.

She told him, and he turned and whispered something to the other detective
who immediately went outside into the street.

In fifteen minutes he was back with a page of notes, and there was more
whispering, and through her sobbing she heard a few of the whispered
phrases-”...acted quite normal...very cheerful...wanted to give him a good
supper... peas...cheesecake...impossible that she...”

After a while, the photographer and the doctor departed and two other men
came in and took the corpse away on a stretcher. Then the fingerprint man
went away. The two detectives remained, and so did the two policemen.
They were exceptionally nice to her, and Jack Noonan asked if she wouldn’t
rather go somewhere else, to her sister’s house perhaps, or to his own wife
who would take care of her and put her up for the night.

No, she said. She didn’t feel she could move even a yard at the moment.
Would they mind awfully if she stayed just where she was until she felt
better. She didn’t feel too good at the moment, she really didn’t.

Then hadn’t she better lie down on the bed? Jack Noonan asked.

No, she said. She’d like to stay right where she was, in this chair. A little
later, perhaps, when she felt better, she would move.

So they left her there while they went about their business, searching the
house. Occasionally one of the detectives asked her another question.
Sometimes Jack Noonan spoke at her gently as he passed by. Her husband,
he told her, had been killed by a blow on the back of the head administered
with a heavy blunt instrument, almost certainly a large piece of metal. They
were looking for the weapon. The murderer may have taken it with him, but
on the other hand he may have thrown it away or hidden it somewhere on
the premises.

“It’s the old story,” he said. “Get the weapon, and you’ve got the man.”

Later, one of the detectives came up and sat beside her. Did she know, he
asked, of anything in the house that could’ve been used as the weapon?

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big spanner, for example, or a heavy metal vase.

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They didn’t have any heavy metal vases, she said.

“Or a big spanner?”

She didn’t think they had a big spanner. But there might be some things
like that in the garage.

The search went on. She knew that there were other policemen in the
garden all around the house. She could hear their footsteps on the gravel
outside, and sometimes she saw a flash of a torch through a chink in the
curtains. It began to get late, nearly nine she noticed by the clock on the
mantle. The four men searching the rooms seemed to be growing weary, a
trifle exasperated.

“Jack,” she said, the next time Sergeant Noonan went by. “Would you mind
giving me a drink?”

“Sure I’ll give you a drink. You mean this whiskey?”

“Yes please. But just a small one. It might make me feel better.”

He handed her the glass.

“Why don’t you have one yourself,” she said. “You must be awfully tired.
Please do. You’ve been very good to me.”

“Well,” he answered. “It’s not strictly allowed, but I might take just a drop
to keep me going.”

One by one the others came in and were persuaded to take a little nip of
whiskey. They stood around rather awkwardly with the drinks in their
hands, uncomfortable in her presence, trying to say consoling things to her.
Sergeant Noonan wandered into the kitchen, came out quickly and said,
“Look, Mrs. Maloney. You know that oven of yours is still on, and the meat
is still inside.”

“Oh dear me!” she cried. “So it is!”

“I better turn it off for you, hadn’t I?”

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large, dark tearful eyes. “Jack Noonan,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Would you do me a small favor--you and these others?”

“We can try, Mrs. Maloney.”

“Well,” she said. “Here you all are, and good friends of dear Patrick’s too,
and helping to catch the man who killed him. You must be terrible hungry
by now because it’s long past your suppertime, and I know Patrick would
never forgive me, God bless his soul, if I allowed you to remain in his house
without offering you decent hospitality. Why don’t you eat up that lamb
that’s in the oven. It’ll be cooked just right by now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sergeant Noonan said.

“Please,” she begged. “Please eat it. Personally I couldn’t touch a thing,
certainly not what’s been in the house when he was here. But it’s all right
for you. It’d be a favor to me if you’d eat it up. Then you can go on with
your work again afterwards.”

There was a good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but they
were clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to go into the
kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed where she was, listening
to them speaking among themselves, their voices thick and sloppy because
their mouths were full of meat.

“Have some more, Charlie?”

“No. Better not finish it.”

“She wants us to finish it. She said so. Be doing her a favor.”

“Okay then. Give me some more.”

“That’s a hell of a big club that the guy must’ve used to hit poor Patrick,”
one of them was saying. “The doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces
just like from a sledgehammer.”

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“Exactly what I say.”

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“Whoever done it, they’re not going to be carrying a thing like that around
with them longer than they need.”

One of them belched.

“Personally, I think it’s right here on the premises.”

“Probably right under our very noses. What do you think, Jack?”

And in the other room, Mary Maloney giggled.

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While-Reading

Read the first paragraph and answer.

1- The first paragraph describes the place. How do you imagine it? What sort of people live in this
kind of place?
2- What does the last sentence tell you about Mary Maloney? How do you imagine her?

Go on reading until page 69 and answer.

3- What did Mary Maloney do every day?
4- How can you describe her?
5- Describe the couple’s relationship. Consider the way she treated her husband and the kind of
treatment she received from him.
6- At a given moment her husband stopped her and asked her to sit down and listen to him. The
author doesn’t tell us what he told her, why? And what do you think her husband told her?
7- What do you think will happen? What will Mary do?

Read pages 70, 71 and 72 and do the following activities.

8-Were you right about your predictions?
9- Are the following sentences True or False? Correct the false ones.
a- After he told her the bad news, she pretended nothing was wrong and went to prepare supper.
b- She planned carefully how to murder him.
c- After she killed him, she knew what to do to avoid punishment.
d- She placed the leg of lamb in the oven to eat it for supper.
e- She went to the corner shop because she needed some vegetables for supper.
f- On her way back home, she was practising how to act naturally.
10- What do you think will happen to Mary?

Finish the story and do the following activities.

11- Match the halves of the following statements. There are some extra parts in the second
column.

1- to plan her alibi.

A-She put the lamb 2- were eating the lamb.
B-More policemen arrived at 3- Jack Noonan.
C-She acted quite normally 4- to eat the lamb.

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E-The police discovered some blood 6- the police.
F-Mrs. Maloney laughed because the policemen 7- were having some drinks.
G-The policemen searched the house 8- in the oven.
H- Mrs. Maloney began 9- the corner shop.
I-She told Noonan and O’Malley she had gone to the 10- on Patrick’s head.
corner shop 11- she had forgotten to turn the oven off.
J-She went to the corner shop 12- in the corner shop.
K-A policeman went to 13- with a hammer.
L-She persuaded the policemen 14- for the murder weapon.
M- She phoned 15- Mr. Maloney’s house.
N-Jack Noonan thought 16- on the back of the head.
17- to buy some vegetables.

12- Put the statements from activity 11 in chronological order.

1-……..
2-……..
3-……..
4-……..
5-……..
6-……..
7-……..
8-……..
9-……..
10-…….
11-…….
12-…….
13-…….
14-…….

13- List the steps of Mrs. Maloney’s strategy to get away with the crime.

 ……………………………………………………………………………………………..……………….
 ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
 ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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Post-reading

1- Discuss: *Does this story have a happy ending? Why (not)?

*Is this a perfect crime? Why (not)?
*Have you ever read or heard about a crime which was considered to be perfect?

2- Complete with information about the setting:

Time:
Place:

3- Complete the chart with information about the following characters.

Name Job Role in the story Other details

Patrick Maloney

Mary Maloney

Jack Noonan

Mr O’Malley

Sam

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 INSTITUTO NUESTRA
SEÑORA DE LA MERCED

3RD B
Full circle
Sue Grafton
Miss Agustina Ceri

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 Full Circle Sue Grafton

The accident happened on a Friday afternoon, as I was driving

home. The traffic was moving quickly along the Santa Teresa
freeway and my own little Volkswagen was running well, although
it’s fifteen years old. I was feeling good. I’d just solved a difficult
case, and I had a cheque in my handbag for four thousand dollars.
That’s good money, for a female private detective working for
herself.
The sun shone down on the freeway out of a cloudless
California sky. I was driving in the middle lane. Looking into the
driving mirror, I saw a young woman in a small white car
coming up behind me in the fast lane. A bright red Porsche was
close behind her, and I guessed she wanted to move into the
middle lane in front of me to let it pass, so I reduced my speed.
Coming up on my right was a dark blue Toyota. While I was
looking in the mirror I heard a loud noise, a bit like a gunshot.
I turned my attention back to the road in front of me.
Suddenly the small white car moved back into the fast lane. It
seemed to be out of control. It hit the back of the red Porsche,
ran into the fence in the centre of the freeway, and then back
again into the road in front of me. I put my foot down hard to
bring the Volkswagen to a stop. At that moment a green
Mercedes suddenly appeared from nowhere, and hit the side of
the girl’s car, sending it right off the road. Behind me all the cars
were trying to stop – I could hear them crashing into each other.
It was all over in a moment. A cloud of dust from the side of
the road showed where the girl’s car had come to rest. It had hit
one of the posts of a road sign, and the broken sign was now
hanging across her car roof.
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car, with the man from the blue Toyota close behind me. The
girl’s head had gone through the front window. She was
unconscious, and her face was covered in blood. I couldn’t open
the car door, but the man from the Toyota forced it open and
reached inside.
‘Don’t move her,’ I said. ‘Let the ambulance people do it.’ I
took off my coat, and we used it to stop the blood from the worst
of her cuts. He was a man of twenty-four or twenty-five, with
dark hair and anxious dark eyes.
Someone behind me was asking for help, and I realized that
other people had been hurt in the accident as well. The driver
from the green Mercedes was already using the telephone at the
roadside, to call the ambulance and police, I guessed. The driver
of the red Porsche just stood there, unable to move from shock. I
looked back at the young man from the Toyota, who was pressing
the girl’s neck. ‘She seems to be alive,’ he said.
I left him with the girl, and went to help a man with a broken
leg.
By the time the police and the ambulance arrived, a small
crowd of drivers had stopped their cars to look, as if a road
accident was some kind of sports event. I noticed my friend John
Birkett, a photographer from the local newspaper. I watched as
the girl was carried into the ambulance. Then, with some of the
other drivers, I had to tell a policeman what I had seen.
When I read in the newspaper next morning that the girl had
died, I was so upset that I felt sick. There was a short piece about
her. Caroline Spurrier was twenty-two, a student in her final year
at the University of California, Santa Teresa. She came from
Denver, Colorado. The photograph showed shoulder-length fair
hair, bright eyes and a happy smile. I could feel the young
woman’s death like a heavy weight on my chest.
My office in town was being painted, so I worked at home
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door. I opened it. At first I thought the dead girl was alive again,
and standing on my doorstep. But then I realized that this was a
woman in her forties.
‘I’m Michelle Spurrier,’ she said. ‘I understand you saw my
daughter’s accident.’
‘Please come in. I’m so sorry about what happened.’
She couldn’t speak at first, then the words came slowly ‘The
police examined Caroline’s car, and found a bullet hole in the
window on the passenger side. My daughter was shot.’ She began
to cry. When she was calmer I asked, ‘What do the police say
about it?’
‘They’re calling it murder now. The officer I talked to thinks
it’s one of those freeway killings – a crazy man shooting at a
passing car, for no special reason.’
‘They’ve had enough of those in Los Angeles,’ I said.
‘Well, I can’t accept that. Why was she on the freeway instead
of at work? She had a job in the afternoons. They tell me she left
suddenly without a word to anyone.’
‘Where did she work?’
‘At a restaurant near the university. She’d been working there
for a year. The manager told me a man had been annoying her.
Perhaps she left to get away from him.’
‘Did he know who the man was?’
‘Not really. They had been out together. He kept coming to
see her in the restaurant, calling her at all hours, causing a lot of
trouble. Lieutenant Dolan tells me you’re a private detective – I
want you to find out who’s responsible for her death.’
‘Mrs Spurrier, the police here are very good at their job. I’m
sure they’re doing everything possible.’
‘I’m not so sure. But I have to fly back to Denver now My
husband is very ill and I need to get home. I can’t go until I
know someone here is looking into this. Please.’
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the case. ‘I’ll need a few names,’ I said.
She gave me the names of the girl who shared Caroline’s room
and the restaurant where she’d worked.
Usually I try to keep out of cases that the police are working
on. Lieutenant Dolan, the officer responsible for murder cases, is
not fond of private detectives. So I was surprised that he’d sent
Mrs Spurrier to me.
As soon as she left, I drove over to the police station, where I
paid six dollars for a copy of the police report. Lieutenant Dolan
wasn’t in, so I spoke to Emerald, the secretary who works in the
Records Department.
‘I’d like a bit of information on the Spurrier accident. Did
anybody see where the shot was fired from?’
‘No, they didn’t.’
I thought about the man in the red Porsche. He’d been in the
lane to my left, just a few metres ahead of me when the accident
happened. The man in the Toyota might be a help as well. ‘What
about the other witnesses? There were five or six of us there.
Who’s been questioned?’
Emerald looked angry. ‘You know I’m not allowed to give out
information like that!’
‘Come on, Emerald. Dolan knows I’m doing this. He told Mrs
Spurrier about me. Just give me one name.’
‘Well . . . Which one?’ Slowly she got out some papers.
I described the young man in the Toyota, thinking she could
find him in the list of witnesses by his age.
She looked down the list. ‘Uh-oh! The man in the Toyota gave
a false name and address. Benny Seco was the name, but I guess
he invented that. Perhaps he’s already wanted by the police.’
I heard a voice behind me. ‘Well, well. Kinsey Millhone. Hard
at work, I see.’
I turned to find Lieutenant Dolan standing there, his hands in
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and asked me to find out more about her daughters death. I feel
bad about the girl. What’s the story on the missing witness?’
‘I’m sure he had a reason for giving a false name,’ said Dolan.
‘Did you talk to him yourself?’
‘Just for a few moments, but I’d know him if I saw him again.
Do you think he could help us?’
‘I’d certainly like to hear what he has to say. The other
witnesses didn’t realize that the girl was shot. I understand he was
close enough to do himself.’
‘There must be a way to find him, don’t you think?’
‘No one remembers much about the man except the car he
drove. Toyota, dark blue, four or five years old.’
‘Would you mind if I talked to the other witnesses? I might
get more out of them because I was there.’
He looked at me for a moment, and then gave me the list.
‘Thanks. This is great. I’ll tell you what I find out.’
I drove to the restaurant where Caroline Spurrier had worked.
I introduced myself to the manager, and told him I was looking
into Caroline’s death.
‘Oh, yes, that was terrible. I talked to her mother.’
‘She told me you said something about a man who was
annoying Caroline. What else can you tell me?’
‘That’s about all I know. I never saw the man myself. She was
working nights for the last two months. She just went back to
working days to try to get away from him.’
‘Did she ever tell you his name?’
‘Terry, I think. She really thought he was crazy’
‘Why did she go out with him?’
‘She said he seemed really nice at first, but then he got very
jealous. He used to follow her around all the time, in a green
Ford car. In the end, I guess he was completely crazy He
probably came to find her at the restaurant on Friday afternoon,
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 I thanked him, and drove over to the university houses where
Caroline had lived.
The girl who had shared her room was busy packing things in
boxes. Her name was Judy Layton. She was twenty-two, a History
student whose family lived in the town. When I asked why she
didn’t live at home, she explained that she had a difficult
relationship with her mother.
‘How long did you know Caroline?’
‘About a year. I didn’t know her well.’
I looked at the boxes. ‘So you’re moving out?’
‘I’m going back to my parents’ house. It’s near the end of the
school year now. And my parents are away for a month, in
Canada. My brother’s coming to help me move.’
‘Did Caroline have a boyfriend?’
‘She went out with lots of boys.’
‘But no one special?’
She shook her head, not looking at me.
I tried again. ‘She told her mother about a man who annoyed
her at work. They’d been going out together. They’d just finished
a relationship. I expect she told you about him?’
‘No, she didn’t. She and I were not close. She went her way
and I went mine.’
‘Judy, people get murdered for a reason. There was something
going on. Can’t you help me?’
‘You don’t know it was murder. The policeman I talked to said
perhaps it was a crazy man in a passing car.’
‘Her mother doesn’t agree.’
‘Well, I can’t help. I’ve told you everything I know.’
I spent the next two days talking to Caroline’s teachers and
friends. She seemed to be a sweet girl, well-liked by everyone.
But I didn’t get any useful information. I went back to the list of
witnesses to the accident, talking to each in turn. I was still
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for giving a false name? I didn’t seem to be making any progress.
Then an idea came to me as I was looking at the newspaper
picture of the crashed car. I suddenly remembered John Birkett at
the scene of the crash, taking pictures. Perhaps he had one of the
man in the Toyota? Twenty minutes later I was in Birkett’s office
at the Santa Teresa News, looking at the photographs.
‘No good,’ John said. ‘No clear pictures of him.’
‘What about his car?’
John pulled out another photo of Caroline’s car, with the
Toyota some distance behind.
‘Can you make it bigger?’
‘Are you looking for anything special?’
‘The number plate,’ I said.
When we had made the photograph bigger we were able to
read the seven numbers and letters on the California
number plate. I knew I should inform Lieutenant Dolan, but I
wanted to work on this myself. So I telephoned a friend of mine
at the Department of Motor Vehicles.
The number belonged to a 1984 Toyota, dark blue, and the
owner was Ron Cagle, with an address on McClatchy Way.
My heart was beating loudly as I rang the bell of the house.
When the door was finally opened,
Testo I just stood there with my
mouth open. Wrong man. This man was tall and fat, with blue
eyes and red hair. ‘Yes?’ he said.
‘I’m looking for Ron Cagle.’
‘I’m Ron Cagle.’
‘You are? You’re the owner of a dark blue Toyota?’ I read out
the number of the car.
He gave me a strange look. ‘Yes. Is something wrong?’
‘Well, I don’t know. Has someone else been driving it?’
‘Not for the last six months. See for yourself.’ He led me
round the side of the house. There sat a dark blue Toyota, without
wheels and without an engine. ‘What’s this about?’ he asked.

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for giving a false name? I didn’t seem to be making any progress.
Then an idea came to me as I was looking at the newspaper
picture of the crashed car. I suddenly remembered John Birkett at
the scene of the crash, taking pictures. Perhaps he had one of the
man in the Toyota? Twenty minutes later I was in Birkett’s office
at the Santa Teresa News, looking at the photographs.
‘No good,’ John said. ‘No clear pictures of him.’
‘What about his car?’
John pulled out another photo of Caroline’s car, with the
Toyota some distance behind.
‘Can you make it bigger?’
‘Are you looking for anything special?’
‘The number plate,’ I said.
When we had made the photograph bigger we were able to
read the seven numbers and letters on the California
number plate. I knew I should inform Lieutenant Dolan, but I
wanted to work on this myself. So I telephoned a friend of mine
at the Department of Motor Vehicles.
The number belonged to a 1984 Toyota, dark blue, and the
owner was Ron Cagle, with an address on McClatchy Way.
My heart was beating loudly as I rang the bell of the house.
When the door was finally opened, I just stood there with my
mouth open. Wrong man. This man was tall and fat, with blue
eyes and red hair. ‘Yes?’ he said.
‘I’m looking for Ron Cagle.’
‘I’m Ron Cagle.’
‘You are? You’re the owner of a dark blue Toyota?’ I read out
the number of the car.
He gave me a strange look. ‘Yes. Is something wrong?’
‘Well, I don’t know. Has someone else been driving it?’
‘Not for the last six months. See for yourself.’ He led me
round the side of the house. There sat a dark blue Toyota, without
wheels and without an engine. ‘What’s this about?’ he asked.

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 ‘This car was at the scene of a recent accident where a girl was
killed.’
‘Not this one,’ he said. ‘This has been right here, in this
condition, for six months.’ He looked at it again in sudden
surprise. ‘What’s this?’ He pointed to the number plate, and I saw
that it had completely different numbers.
After a moment I realized what had happened. ‘Somebody
stole your plates, and put these in their place.’
‘Why would they do that?’
‘Perhaps they stole a Toyota like this, and wanted new
number plates for it, so the police wouldn’t catch them.’ You
could see Cagle’s car from the road, I noticed.
I called Lieutenant Dolan and told him what I’d found. He
checked the list of stolen cars, and found that the number which
was now on Cagle’s car belonged to a vehicle reported stolen
two weeks before. But Dolan thought that even if we found the
man, he might not be connected with the shooting. I didn’t
believe him. I had to find that young man with the dark hair and
the dark eyes.

I looked through the list of witnesses and called everybody on

the list. Most tried to be helpful, but there was nothing new to
add. I drove back to the university area to look for Judy Layton.
She must know something more.
The apartment was locked, and looking through the window I
saw that all the furniture was gone. I spoke to the manager of the
apartments and got the address of her parents’ house in Colgate,
the area to the north of town.
It was a pleasant house in a nice street. I rang the bell and
waited. I rang the bell again. It appeared that no one was at
home. As I was returning to my car, I noticed the three-car
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sometimes you get a feeling . . . a little voice inside you, telling
you there’s something wrong. I looked through the garage
window. Inside I saw a car, with all the paint taken off it.
The side door of the garage was unlocked, and I went in. Yes,
the car was a Toyota, and its number plates were missing. This
must be the same car – and the driver must be someone in the
Layton family. But why hadn’t he driven it away somewhere and
left it? Perhaps he thought it was too dangerous? I did a quick
search of the inside of the car. Under the front seat I saw a
handgun, a .45. I left it where it was, and ran back to my car. I
had to find a telephone and call the police.
As I was getting into my car, I saw a dark green Ford coming
towards the Layton entrance. The driver was the man I’d seen at
the accident. Judy’s brother? He looked rather like her. Of course
she hadn’t wanted to talk about him!
Suddenly he noticed me, and I saw the terror in his face as he
recognized me. The Ford sped past me, and I chased after it. I
guessed he was going towards the freeway.
He wasn’t far in front of me when he turned onto the freeway,
heading south, and soon I was right behind him.
He turned off the road onto the rough ground beside it, to
pass the slow-moving traffic. I followed him. He was watching
me in his driving mirror. Perhaps that was why he didn’t see the
workmen and their heavy vehicle right in front of him – not
until it was too late.
He ran straight into the vehicle, with a crash that made my
blood turn cold, as I brought the Volkswagen to a safe stop. It was
like the first accident all over again, with police and ambulance
men everywhere. Now I realized where I was. The workmen in
their orange coats were putting up a new green freeway sign in
place of the one that Caroline’s car had broken. Terry Layton died
at the exact spot where he had killed her.
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right, and jealousy had made him crazy. Not too crazy, though, to
carry out; that careful plan with the stolen car and number plates.
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Name Date Hour

Full Circle by Sue Grafton

Comprehension Guide

Answer these questions. Write in complete sentences.

1. What point of view is the story told in?

2. What is the setting of our story? When and where?

3. What does our narrator do for a living?

4. What kind of car does our narrator drive?

5. What do you think the loud popping noise could be?

6. Who stays with the accident victim while the narrator helps others?

7. Who was killed in the accident? What do we know about her?

8. Who comes to our narrator’s home?

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9. What does she tell our narrator about her daughter’s accident?

10. Why does she think what happened to her daughter was not random?

11. What does our narrator agree to do? How would you describe her interest?

12. What does Emerald speculate as a reason for the driver of the pickup to give a fake name?

13. What is the name of our narrator?

14. What were some of the reasons Caroline stopped seeing Terry?

15. What is it about the way Judy Layton acts that makes it look as if she might be lying?

16. How could Ron Cagle’s car not be at the scene of the accident?

17. What reason does Kinsey give for someone taking someone else’s plates?

18. Whose house does Kinsey go to?

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19. What reason does Kinsey give for investigating the three-car garage?

20. What does Kinsey find in the three-car garage?

21. Who shows up as Kinsey is starting to leave?

22. Where does Kinsey end up after the chase? Why is this significant?

23. Why does Kinsey keep Caroline’s picture above her desk?

24. Do you think “Full Circle” is an appropriate title for this story? Explain why or why not?

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Climax: Turning Point

Rising Action: What events, conflicts build suspense or increase
complications in the story

Falling Action: What events help

wrap up the story?

Protagonist vs. Antagonist

___________vs.___________

Conflict:

Theme: What is the lesson of the story? Give

Exposition:
evidence to support your theme.
Setting: Resolution: How does the story end?
Theme:__________________________________
_______________________________________
Characters:
Evidence:________________________________
________________________________________
Situation: ________________________________________
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1) What qualities and skills does a person need to be a private detective, do you
think? Would a man and a woman be equally good at the job?

2) Describe the pictures. What would you do in a similar situation?

3) What is the role of Justice? What is the intention of the following picture?

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