She smiled, smoke parting away from her lips. "Lucy? What about her?" Her tone of voice was calm, but her thoughts weren't.
"Dead? Lucy is dead?" Her smile faded away. "How did that happen?" She asked. "Stabbed? 10 times? Tsk, tsk, tsk." The girl shook her head, her sinister grin creeping back onto her sweet, pale face.
"What a bummer." She took another hit from her cigarette. The damsel in the red clothing shuffled the phone to her other ear, pushing it up with her shoulder as she grabbed her red cloth off of the table.
"Of course I'll go to her funeral." She wiped a knife down with the cloth.
"Johnny's gonna be there? Oh no no..I'm over him. Don't worry about that! Lucy and Johnny were perfect for eachother." She stared at her reflection through the knife.
"How did we break up? Ah well..." The woman chuckled softly. "He left me for Lucy."
