Mary had put on her favorite jazz music in the foyer, she had pricked her finger trying to play the record numerous times. So just playing a record was important to her. 

It was still snowing outside, but there was more rain then snow. 

Meisa was mumbling in the kitchen. "Ill put this in her food so she can go to sleep early." "I'll push her into the pot." "I'll feed her a dead rat, I'll spit in her food." She had the biggest grin on her face when she put peanut butter in the soup, which Mary was extremely allergic to. 

"Madame Mary!"

"What is it Meisa." 

"Dinner!" 

Mary slowly rolled into the kitchen. She had suspicions but ignored her theories. The soup was creamy and luscious. Meisa had used cream to overpower the smell of the peanut butter. 

Mary gulped down the soup. It was delicious. 

A couple hours later hives were forming on Mary's body, she couldn't breathe normally. "Me-Mei-sa." "M-om, 

D-a-d, Darl-ine, Don-" Meisa covered her mouth with her wrinkly hand. "Quiet, I'm trying to listen to jazz." And then she pretended to slow dance.