Poison

"That's it! I'm done with that son of a bitch!" Maryann stormed into Cybil's house. Cybil was sitting on the couch, reading a novel about the art of being a woman. She took little notice to Maryann since this happened a lot.

"Hi Maryann," Cybil replied.

"He has finally crossed the line!" Maryann walked to her friend's kitchen as she continued to talk, "You won't believe what he did to me."

"Worse than when he pretended he was dead and had you arrested?" Cybil asked, finally putting her book down.

"Much worse," She came back into the room, carrying a martini, and sat down next to Cybil.

"You made that in less than two minutes," Cybil pointed out, not sure if this was a good thing or bad. Maryann ignored her and took a sip of the drink. "So what did he do?"

"Do you see what I'm wearing?" She asked, setting her drink down. Cybil only nodded. "This is the only outfit I have left." As she spoke, her voice started to rise with angry.

"He stole your clothing?" Cybil's mouth dropped when Maryann confirmed this with a nod, "The prada? Chanel? Gucci!?" With each one, Maryann continued to nod. "What will you do? They were your…your babies!"

"I know," Maryann almost bursted into tears, "Now I'll have to…borrow your clothes!" She cried and fell back against the couch, crying into it, "All you wear is…GAP and Levis!" She sobbed. Cybill ignored the obvious rude comment.

"It's…it's ok…you'll just buy more clothing. It can be replaced," Cybill said. Maryann sat up and looked at Cybill.

"Do you realize I buy one of a kind, no replica outfits?" Maryann asked, "Nothing can ever replace my 1993 Gucci dark brown, backless dress with gold leather black belt buckled and-"

"Maryann, I get the point," Cybill said and handed her friend her martini, "Drink this, calm down." Maryann didn't hesitate. She finished off the drink, and then looked back to Cybill, "What are you to do about it?"

"I told you earlier, I'm going to kill the bastard." Maryann did not sound as though she was kidding. She opened her purse and took out a small box of rat poisoning, "One teaspoon of this and he'll die a slow, painful death!" She smiled, excited by the idea.

"You can't poison him with this," Cybill took the rat poison away from Maryann.

"You're right…they'll be able to trace it," Maryann stood up and started walking back and forth, thinking of what to do.

"That's not what I meant," Cybill said, "How about we gas his house again? That was fun."

"No," Maryann shook her head, "I want him to suffer this time. He has taken it too far! I wonder if I can get in contact with the black market…" Cybill was worrying now; Maryann would never go to the black market unless she was seriously angry. There was a knock on the door and Cybill immediately jumped up to get it. She opened the door to find nothing but a small package with Maryann's name on it.

"I think you got something from Dr. Dick." She said and picked it up, "Who else would know you're never at your own home?" Cybill walked back to the couch and handed Maryann the package. She put her ear to it, listening for a bomb, and then shook it slightly, wondering what horrible, deadly thing he would send her. Slowly, she opened the package. It was worse than she thought. Maryann could not breathe as she lifted up the sleeve to her 1994 Chanel gray suit with lace detailing.

"That…that…" Maryann could not find the words. She was quickly filling with anger the longer she stared at the sleeve.

"Now…Maryann, stay clam," Cybill slowly put her hand on her friend's shoulder, not sure what Maryann was going to do.

"That's it!" She stood up, grabbed the rat poison, and started out the door.

"No! Bad idea!" Cybill quickly ran after her.