The hours passed easily as she drove north. Her mind swirling with scenarios of what she wanted to happen—what she knew she could make happen—disposing of E.J., what to do with Fate and how to do it, and Keisha—sweet little Keisha. She laughed as she thought of the petite black girl and how easily she’d befriended her. “They’re all so stupid.”
Licking her lips, Estelle flipped her hair to the side, now such a dark blue it shown black. Fumbling with her purse she searched for her make-up bag.
Again in the rearview mirror she studied her now made up eyes--they smoldered with heavy dark eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Her body nearly trembled as she felt the intensity of her god-like power.
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