Anna Marie

　　She loved Saturdays. She goddamn do!

　　It's a prelude to Sundays. Who wouldn't love a rest day?

　　Why the heck was she nervous as hell to the point she recklessly nicked her fingers? Twice. That never happened before. Ever.

　　Ballerinas will envy her in the kitchen if they see her movements when she cooks. She was as graceful as a swan in a lake. Flawless lines and all that shit.

　　But not tonight.

　　This insanely ...