“Whom was that on the phone?” Eleanor asked her husband when he walked into the kitchen.
“You mean ‘Who was that on the phone?’ don’t you, Eleanor?” Edgar responded.
“Stop evading. It was that woman, wasn’t it?” Eleanor asked, although it was less a question than a statement. “Whom do you think you’re fooling?”
“You mean who do I think I’m fooling, don’t you, Eleanor?” Edgar said, a sly grin on his face.
“It was that new, sexy assistant who you just hired, wasn’t it, Edgar?”
“You mean it was the new, sexy assistant whom I just hired, don’t you, Eleanor?”
With that, Eleanor picked up a carving knife and stabbed Edgar repeatedly in the chest. Eleanor looked down at Edgar’s lifeless, bloody body sprawled out on the kitchen floor and, admiring her handiwork, said aloud, “I wonder who will be the first to find your dead body, Edgar, and whom the prime suspect in your murder will be, you pompous asshole.”
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where the charge is to “begin your post with either who or whom and go from there.”