Ring Around the Coffeepot
"This your boss?"
She artistically sobbed, dripping tears for the benefit of the police, hands itching to clean the blood around the coffeepot.
"No. He just thought he was my boss."
Making her fetch coffee, as though that were her job. She frowned at the leaking corpse making the mess on the carpet worse. Typical.
-by Joanne Merriam
