ms. macie's place

Ms. Macie is a bad, bad woman. She leers at people who pass and spits, kicks at dogs, and stomps flowers on her way home from market. At night she sits at her window and plays her harpsichord, luring children from the safety of their beds to the warmth of her oven. only slightly seasoned, of course; she doesn't want to overpower the delicate taste of innocence.