Malice is going to be wearing her old wedding gown with her bouquet under a belljar for the next twenty-five years, isn’t she? Rather than a motheaten, rat-riddled cake, she’ll have a heap of AE designs from which the glue is flaking, gnawed, scarlet-lipstick-embellished cheesestrings and empty rosé bottles lambent with mould and laminated with dust in the halfdark, badly-filtered eyes gleaming like something out of a Katherine Mansfield story. She will watch her own wedding video on a loop, while aimlessly making wax dolls of IG and Bianca (who would now have grandchildren) from the candles that gutter around her, and sticking pins in them. All the clocks would stop at the hour that IG said ‘I do’ to
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I just hope poor E(ste)lla doesn’t have to burn down the BH flat to eventually break free.