Blue Martinas by Brenda Limpert

The food processor whirred as Julia dropped in a wedge of Maytag blue cheese and a handful of crushed pink oxycodone tablets and watched them blend into a soft purplish paste. The tannic smell of the cheese made her mouth water and as she flicked off the food processor she stared down into the mixture and smiled. It was hard to imagine something looking so harmless and smelling so delicious would kill the woman she had grown to loathe. Rita Featherson.