We’d just finished adding the garnishing to the meatballs when we heard footsteps on the stairs. “She’s awake. Hide!” Queenie rasped with urgency. A moment later, Nancy drifted into the kitchen and let out a big yawn. She then eyed the platter of meatballs on the counter and grinned with delight. “I knew you were making something delicious down here.” Queenie nodded and smiled innocently. “Have some.” Nancy helped herself to a plateful and perched on a barstool to eat. She was just about to take a big bite when she stopped to cast a suspicious look at her mother. “What did you do to it?” She asked in an accusing tone. “Don’t be silly.” Queenie snatched the fork from Nancy’s hand and stuffed it into her mouth. “There’s nothing wrong with it.” She reassured her as she chewed.
My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure it was going to give away my hiding spot. I was able to let out a small sigh of relief when Queenie spit the poisoned food into her hand once Nancy’s attention was focused on her plate again. Queenie bowed her head in a silent prayer as Nancy took bite after bite. I knew she felt bad about what we were doing to her daughter but Nancy had really left us no other choice. “You used too many herbs this time but it’s still good, mother.” Nancy murmured as she gobbled up every last crumb. “Would you like some more?” Queenie asked her. “No, mother!” She snapped. “I’m trying to watch my figure.”
Nancy stood up a little too quickly and staggered from one foot to the other. “I’m so dizzy!” She moaned and tried to steady herself. I stepped out of the shadows so she could see me. “You!” She exclaimed with wide eyes. “How did you get out?” Queenie and I shared a look that told Nancy everything she needed to know. “My own mother! Plotting against me!” She cried out dramatically and clutched her chest. “Why do I feel so horrible all of the sudden? What did you do to me?” She screamed with her eyes blazing. I shrugged nonchalantly. “It seems to me that you bit off more than you could chew, Nancy.”
She stomped towards me then paused mid-step. “It burns!” Nancy wailed suddenly and began clawing at her throat to no avail. A green foam trickled down her chin when she opened her mouth to beg for mercy. “Help me! Please! I’ll do anything!” She gurgled and stared at us with pleading eyes. It was hard to watch but at the same time, I couldn’t look away. “What do we do now?” I whispered. “Should we actually call for help?” Queenie came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. “No, dear…it’s almost over.”