My Recipe for the Black Widow Forest Cake

Savannah Forest was full. Very full. She put her fork down on Ashley's heirloom china. Very expensive china. She smiled to herself. "What are you smiling at honey biscuit?" "Just Happy, finish your dessert Ashley. You know you're too skinny." "I know better than to argue with the little woman of the house," he said as he forked huge bites of his dessert in his mouth.

She pretended that she was looking at the small roses on the carpet. The very expensive and lush carpet, but really she was watching his face. His old face with all the wrinkles, just as she had been when he was signing his will. She watched him slowly insert pieces of Mammy's Black Forest Cake into his mouth as he chortled like a baby. Alls she could think is how he chewed like a goat. "Mmmm! I tell you, no one can make Black Forest Cake like your...." That's when he started to choke, she saw it in his eyes, the loss of control, the fear, the despair, the terror, and finally nothing.

Two years of waiting for this moment, the thrill, the feeling of complete control and power. It was well worth it, although it was a little disappointing that he died quietly. A lot quieter than the last two, but what did she expect he was basically an old man. "Mammy! Come pick up Mr. Lockwood's plate and get Sam to come in here and dispose of the rest. You know I hate corpses in the house, they look so stupid." "Yes miss, he shore went easy, not like the other gentlemen." "Yes, thank you Mammy." Mammy turned to leave, "Oh, and Mammy, really tasty cake tonight, that one's my favorite. It wasn't too sweet and it wasn't too dark." "Thank you miss, I'll get Sam to pick Mr. Lockwood up shortly."

Savannah Forest was born twenty three years ago to Mr. Jonathan O' Forest and Mrs. Belle O' Forest. She was born with a full crop of her daddy's red hair and his temper to go along with it. All that she seemed to have gotten from her mother was her beauty. Few knew she had the temper she had, because she had also been given patience and, therefore; it made her cunning from the inside. She liked to think of herself as a spider quietly waiting for her prey to come by.