Sibilent, silent, stealthy, and sinister. S embodied all of the best serpentine characteristics. She
cultivated them, along with her pale complexion, mournful expression, and piercing eyes, for maximum
effect. Her boss was intimidated, like most men were, by her blood-black lips and obvious disdain,
and her coworkers would hum "Witchy Woman" when she walked by. She would hum funeral marches in return -
not immediately, but a day or three, or five later. It added to her mystique. It didn't matter - it was
just one more hour until her day could begin.