She flashed me a smile before she took off. It looked like I’d be imparting all of my knowledge to her. Well, not the murder part. One day, she could do this to me. It was an oddly comforting thought. Rather than being put in the ground and going to waste, I’d become like Alana. Maybe Alicia would make wine out of us both and set us together on a shelf. I liked that idea.
If this is the cutest fucking Addams family shit I’ve ever read. I love it.
