There’s something about Rosie
Rosie was going to be late for work again. Damn her house! It was so far away from the main roads. She vowed to move closer. In fact, there was a rather nice patch of land, right behind her workplace. A busy hour with a shovel and she should be set. Sticking her false eyelashes in, she smoothed her skirt and came bounding up the stairs. Just in time to see the girls wave goodbye to their mom. It was a beautiful day to be a babysitter. So what if she was a corpse?