September 12, 2006:

She takes so much pleasure in smashing things.

"I had one of those. I smashed it to pieces."

Heavyset, strong. Gleaming eyes.

The people who are with her treat her as though she merely requires guidance. Perhaps therapy.

"You should get a punching bag." Nods and assent on either side of her, while she merely smiles, eyes gleaming.

Later she tells this story:

"For her daughter's 30th birthday she bought a male stripper. He came to their house, did his thing. But there was an argument over the price, and he refused to leave. So they tied him to a chair and left him there naked, while the younger sister tortured him."

Gleaming eyes alight.