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to her bathroom, she collected her cleaning supplies that still sat just outside the door. Lilah flipped down the lid of the commode, flushed, and began cleaning. Not a single centimeter of that bathroom was safe from her fiendish cleaning frenzy. From the top left hand corner of the ceiling to each individual grout line, she did not miss a single millimeter of surface.

  As she cleansed the room, her mind in a thousand different directions until finally, a plot for retribution began to form.

  “He must pay dearly for this,” she thought. “But how?”

  “It mustn’t be messy,” her thoughts continued. She glanced over to the chemicals. “I could poison him... ahhh but he may vomit.” she shuddered delicately at the mere thought of the mess. She flushed a bucket of dirty water to the sewer and turned towards the tub in order to refill it, her mind still musing over the possibilities. She turned the tap and clean fresh hot water streamed into the bucket. Old Gospel music danced on the edge of her thoughts, and she knew. “I shall clean him, inside out.” Her mind set on its course she began sing softly the old gospel tune from her childhood, “Oh sinners lets go down, come on down don’t you wanna go down, down in the river to pray.” Ah, her little pills will do the trick and then to the river to pray, to wash away his filthy sinning.

  It didn’t take long for Lilah to set her stage; in the kitchen, she found her mortar and pestle. She ground up a dozen or so of her little pills into a fine powder and added some powdered sugar to the mix, small drop by small drop she added some vodka until she had a smooth paste. Gently, she scraped the mixture out and into an airtight container and slipped it behind a regimented line of bottles that rested behind the bar.

  Humming, she went back upstairs and took a leisurely shower, slathered her still tender skin with a sweet smelling lotion and gently toweled off with jet-black fluffy towel. She slipped on one of Samuel’s favorite dresses and smoothed the line of the skirt against her slim hips. Giving a girlish little twirl, the skirt flared gently above her knees. She posed in front of the mirror to appraise her appearance and acknowledged that Samuel would find nothing lacking. The immodest neckline plunged a bit too deeply for her comfort, a dickey would camouflage her ample bosom, “But, not tonight,” she thought. She’d left her coiffeur loose; her long red-blonde hair fell in natural gentle curls about her face. Indeed, she would be the doppelganger of innocence if it were not for the lush curves that threatened to spill out the top of her frock.

  Lilah heard the wheels of Samuel’s car crushing the gravel as he drove up the driveway. “Showtime.” she thought. She was descending the stairs when he opened the door, sunlight streamed through and caught the silver white threads shot through her dress and her hair caught fire in the afternoon sun. Lilah could see his Adams apple working - he was stunned. Samuel swallowed several times, “You’re a fish out of water,” she thought to herself. She favored him with a smile.

  “Dr. Evans said I needed to change my routine.” She continued to stand on the stairs, knowing, that as the light struck her the flimsy material of her dress would do nothing to conceal the fine curve of her legs, nor would it hide the absence of any undergarments. Samuel slowly closed the front door and she paused a moment longer upon the step, finally she completed her decent and greeted her stricken husband with a light kiss.

  “Did she really? I must remember to thank her.”

  She cocked her head slightly to regarded him. “You look tired. Would you like me to draw you a warm tub? Perhaps bring you a drink before we have dinner?”

  Samuel smiled and nodded.

  “Name your poison, my darling.” and he did so.

  Samuel was fully reclined in the large tub. His eyes dreamy and unfocused as Lilah brought him a second afternoon toddy. Vainly he attempted to sit up and he reached out to her. She placed the drink in his outstretched hand and gently pushed him back into the water.

  "There, there," she told him in a soothing voice. "You must've been more tired than you thought. I've brought you another drink. Just lay back and relax." and she started to sing with husky tones, “Go to sleepy little baby... go to sleepy little baby...”

  His thoughts whirled in the drug-induced quagmire. He managed to say in a whispery voice, "You're an angel Lilah."

  “Don’t you weep little baby, don’t you weep you little baby” she paused her lullaby for a moment. "I'll just sit with you for a while.” And, she continued, “Go to sleepy little baby... go to sleepy little baby... you and me and the devil makes three don’ need not other lovin’ baby.”

  The second drink was superfluous. Samuel slipped beneath the warm clear water and she quietly sang, “Go to sleep to little baby, go to sleep little baby come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones and be my ever-lovin’ baby...”

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