Surviving Snow
I didn’t like that.
After I slipped Tony some good ol’ sleeping medication, I snuck out of the room and asked Joey to go on a walk with me. To which I proceeded to put a bullet in the back of his head as he had stupidly enough walked in front of me. I chopped him up into 15 pieces, each piece smaller than the last. Easy enough for me to pull out the bones within the chopped pieces, I put each and every one of them though the industrial meat grinder the Lombarttis prided themselves on. I made Hamburgers, Sausage, hot dogs, meatballs, hell I even ground some up with flour and made beef nuggets. I had just killed Sissy, Tony’s twin sister, I used her Make-up as my path way. I had been slowly poisoning her with her own stuff. She never knew what was hitting her. I had offered to cook for the family as they had left the funeral home to go to the gravesite and got busy. I made meat loafs, Hamburgers all of it. You name it. The remainder of the family, all 3 of them couldn’t help but compliment my cooking, all the while being the only
3 left. I had over 5 years systematically taken each family member out while none the wiser.
Tony had been so deep in grief he never saw what had been coming.