Joy and Sorrow Pretty Little Devils

Karen's drug dealer was Farrah Thrushman, former Orange Bowl Queen and mother of four boys. She was married to Bob Thrushman, assistant coach for the New Orleans Saints. Marriage to Bob was akin to having relations with a fruit fly.The moron was home one weekend a month, when he ran out of money for the casino.

He spent the weekend, mulling over practice videos for work and ignoring the children.The whole neighborhood thought Bob and Farrah divorced, that the squatty fellow with the whacked out eyes and flabby jowls, was her new man.

Spiro Cordovi was a flawless beau for a time, playing with the boys, buying her flowers. Fixing all the stuff around the house Bob neglected. When Farrah asked him to leave his wife, the mobster firmly said no. She craved revenge.It was common knowledge; Senator Joel Harrington was a thorn in Spiro's side. He could not be bought and the Senator made life difficult for organized crime.

In Joel's bid for Governor of Louisiana, He promised to clean up the evil that was choking the state. Joel Harrington was a man of his word.A group of politicians that often visited Farrah's for prescription drugs could not abide Joel sniffing around their business. The group was paranoid he would soon snitch on them.

" Let the record show that we have agreed to pay you the tidy sum of 3 million for services rendered," a wiry man with yellow teeth snarled.

Farrah didn't mind orchestrating the plan, or hiring amateur actors to pose as Spiro and his twin brother. Participating in the dirty work was beneath her.

Karen, Joel's sister, frequented Farrah's so often, she should have moved in. Karen owed Farrah major dough. Farrah could judge by the crinkle in her brow it must have been hard for Karen to turn a Judas on Joel, but Karen valued her life, pathetic as it might have been. An excruciating death by the grubby hands of Farrah's goons was just not her scene.
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Farrah hadn't lost much sleep over the string of crimes committed. She had kept her head above water financially and put four kids through college. One had even attended grad school. As a bonus, Farrah procured the flat tummy and smooth face that she was sure would never be hers again.

She couldn't look Celeste Richards, Joel's widow, directly in the eye after the fact. Celeste genuinely mourned Joel's death. The former senator's wife packed on quite a few pounds after her husband's passing and remained celibate for years. True grief was an oddity in Farrah's little world.

Most women she associated with wished their spouses dead. Farrah's middle son and Celeste's only child had soccer practice together. Farrah pretended to be on her cellular whenever Celeste approached her in hopes of conversation.

Farrah was stunned when the police kicked down the front door in the middle of bridge.

" Well, this is humiliating," Farrah grumbled, as the fuzz hauled her downtown for questioning.

The entire neighbourhood seem to be standing outside watching the spectacle. The cops had stumbled upon some evidence regarding Joel's murder that led back to her. Damn technological marvels.

Never mind all that. Farrah felt optimistic she would not be a jailbird more than a few days. She happened to be the state prosecutor's cherished mistress and was very chummy with the state legislator's office. Farrah had plenty on the powerful, and she would not hesitate to go public with that information.

" My friends will be fighting over who bails me out of this mess first,"she thought,smirking like a cheshire cat.