- ISOBEL - It’s Friday night. I apply a red lipstick on my lips while sitting in front of my dresser mirror in my room. Cain is out of the house, as well and mom and dad. Also, Cain will be out of the house way longer than tonight. Way much more. Our plan is in motion and it will be exercised tonight. I swallow. I’m taking a bold step. The house will be set on fire and mother, nor anyone, won’t be there to see it. ‘It was accidental’ will be the story. Maybe somebody left the gas running. And if not, maybe it was the son who caused the fire. I press my lips together, spreading my lipstick around, then pout in front of the mirror. I missed this. I missed dressing up elegantly to go on a date. I haven’t had one in forever. As shocking as it seems, it’s been years since someone took this pretty lady out on a date. Not because I haven’t met men my type, far from it, I’ve met them all, but because, whenever any man comes close to getting to know me, a certain bone head
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