Henrietta scares the living s**t out of me. A day ago, I saw her with a shotgun. She was practicing it on some poor birds out on the garden. And then just this morning before I left, I saw her sharpening a knife the size of my forearm while humming some 60’s Italian love song like she was prepping dinner instead of a homicide.
So far, she’s the only family member I’ve met aside from that weird neon guy we met back in New York but she’s already making me regret ever coming here.
I wonder how weird and scary the other family members are if Lorenzo claims that Henrietta’s one of the ‘normal’ ones.
I sipped on my iced tea continuously until I felt my brain go numb. Lorenzo was sitting across from me, looking disheveled from all the shopping we had to do.
“Are we going home now after lunc
