The baby album, now stuffed with newspaper clippings, was mailed.
“Let’s go to the beach, kids,” Meddie said, strapping the twins tight into their car seats.
“Hey Siri,” she hissed, “Navigate to hell.”
The SUV traversed the steep shoreline and was soon under water, swallowed whole by the voracious waves.
At the gates, the unrepentant sisterhood salivated as it watched, waited and cheered her on.