She moves up and down our blocks, stately, elegant, dressed in black. Quite beautiful.
Roz and I decided to lock our husbands in the garage when she's around. We know she must live around here. Her perfume could kill a commando. Leaves whirl around her, squirrels flee.
She is a Suburban Witch, looking to take our spouse. An evil Succubus feeding on happy marriages. Roz wants to throw a net over her and dump her in the bay. I won't get that close. One time she met my eyes and it was like white hot ingots searing into my face. Gypsies fear this woman.
One day she will insinuate herself into a domestic situation and ingratiate herself with the kids. In an eye blink the poor wife will be tossed to the gutter or worse.
No, this one will never join a PTA bake sale. The most dangerous woman in suburbia.
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