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anticipation began emerging from my soul as my mind began to build various scenarios, any of which would require a plan. Yes, the plan should come first, followed by a slow methodical completion of that plan. I grinned slyly thinking that Karina would be impressed by my play on words: The execution of a plan...a plan of execution. I just wasn’t sure which of the two I’d find more pleasure in -- I’d always loved to plan, but I’d never killed before. The only thing that was certain was that Rachel had to pay.
I started to wonder about her parents, the doting father and that horrid woman she called a mother. I had since learned from my Karina what a loving mother was supposed to be, and that bitch April Spence didn’t measure up to one tenth of the true meaning of the word. Then the questions began again...the questions I’d tried hard to bury for they served no purpose at the time other than adding to my desolation. But now I would indulge them for the feelings they summonsed would assist me in building my wrath into a weapon.
What would they look like now? Would Karina have strands of gray hair peering through her dark brown silken locks? Would she have welcomed them or tried to conceal them from my eyes? Katie would have been a teenager now. Would she have held onto her sweet and genuine personality traits, or would time have changed her? I believe she would have been one of those amazing kids you meet and instantly realize without a doubt, that they have something special. And I was certain Karina would not have permitted her too much indulgence into social media. Besides, Katie had an unmistakable early interest in reading and creative writing. She and her mother would read and laugh
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life