She takes so much pleasure in smashing things.
"I had one of those. I smashed it to pieces."
Heavyset, strong. Gleaming eyes.
The people who are with her treat her as though she merely requires guidance. Perhaps therapy.
"You should get a punching bag." Nods and assent on either side of her, while she merely smiles, eyes gleaming.
Later she tells this story:
"For her daughter's 30th birthday she bought a male stripper. He came to their house, did his thing. But there was an argument over the price, and he refused to leave. So they tied him to a chair and left him there naked, while the younger sister tortured him."
Gleaming eyes alight.
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