Miraculously she was still alive and well after her second cup of tea. I smiled generously at her and talked of the friendly gossip that had passed my way. We laughed and giggled here and there at the little things, talked about our cherished memories and how we so longed the things we did in the past weren't all so wrong. She touched my hand after a slick comment that managed to spark up an interesting source of conversation, looking at me in the eye almost saddened she had whispered she was sorry. I looked at her from under my black veil and smoldered her with a pretentious grin.



"Why?"
"I didn't mean to hurt you..." she sighed her hand was still upon my gloved fingers.
"No use apologizing now," I grabbed her hand tightly. "I mean surely, you've already ruined my train of thought." I smiled
She removed her hand from within mine and looked away.
"Things happen for a reason..." She said inconsiderately.
"Do they?" I  scooped myself a lump of sugar and poured it into my tea. "Two lumps or one?" I questioned without looking at her.
"One please..." Still looking away she battered her words.
"Please, be my guest and have two." I smirked from under my veil. I gave her her sugar and paid close attention to her to see if she would have the slightest idea of my true anger that seemed to be so deeply hidden by a smog of smiles and grins. I soon suggested milk to her upon which she did agree; of course since she was in a delusional state surely she wouldn't realize how strange the milk were to taste especially since it was mixed with a foreign tea.
Like a paper crane that was crushed by the hands of an angry child, I would watch her change from a health nut to a rotting corpse. From my eyes I could only see flames. Surely, I was divorced for a reason, surely I was too a widow before I was divorced, but why? Well surely it has been noticed that she was the reason.

"Well don't waste my tea!" I growled in anger. "It costs me more than you would ever come to know I guarantee!"
She nodded and sipped her tea, I watched her closely and smiled when she couldn't get enough she cried for more and thus I served her a generous amount, of course I let her drink tea and milk mixed with formaldehyde and mercury, I gave her sweets whose batter endured a glorious amount of bleach, love, and rat poison. Surely I couldn't let her be so free, she deserved much more! I enjoyed the passion that flowed from her lips when she complimented my cooking skills as well as my great choice on a wonderful tea. I couldn't dare to let the disloyal wench from my sight, I was far too nice, taken for granted more or less.

I watched as the clock ticked and tacked, I counted the hours, I felt the bitter cold nip at my nose, I watched her fade in and out, I watched her become broken, I watched her foam from her mouth, I watched her hit the floor, I watched as she spit up blood and giggled as she gagged on her own tongue. I stood before her shivering body as it lay nearly lifeless across my new linoleum floor. She grabbed at my foot with the only strength she had left, she couldn't even speak if she tried. I kicked her in her face and mushed aside her rotting flesh, I laughed at her and watched how fragile she had become.

"Once nothing, always nothing my dear." I smiled at her and tilted my head in repression. "Surely you didn't think I'd let you get away with such a crime did you? You are pitiful, you are slime."