The remainder of the morning steadily played out in this manner. Tadeusz would be let out of the cage, assigned a cleaning task, Mistress V would volley insults his way, he would return to the cage, and the routine would repeat. An outsider, especially one of her elderly grandma neighbors, would most certainly keel over or pray relentlessly with a rosary if they happened to witness the events in Wanda’s apartment. But Wanda, on the other hand, was relaxed and settled now. Everything was normal and under control.
On the couch and unable to complete the crossword, Wanda was feeling restless and had a sudden craving for a Monster energy drink. Consulting Mistress V, it was best to lock Tadeusz in the cage while she popped into the local store. Suspicion and paranoia fluttered in her chest mo
