“Waaa-Waaaaa!”
“For the love of all that is unholy, will you shut that damned baby up!” Esme yelled at her younger sister.
Samara looked up, frightened. “I.. I.. I don’t know how.” She stammered, scared by her sister’s volatile temper.
“Kill it!” Esme shouted, then looked back down at the book she was intently reading.
“But.. but.. we need it alive.”
Esme groaned, she hated it when her sister was right. She actually just hated her sister. The thought of killing her with a million boils crossed her mind but quickly faded. If she killed her, who would do the washing, cleaning, etc? No, better to keep her around.
“Let the bastard screech it’s little head off. I just need a few more minutes to get the broth just right.”
Esme went back to her spot in the cookbook.

-Bring broth to a boil until the margarine is completely melted.

-Add one still-beating newborn human heart.
-Bring to a simmer and add 2lbs washed and pre-cut broccoli.
-Once broccoli is soft, drain and serve.

Esme licked her lips, she was famished.