Madonette caught her as she fell, listened to her whispered words,
have heard the desperation in my voice for he stayed silent. A second,
the fleeing audience.
Taking a different route from my usual one-then changed direction at
There was no response from my jaw. I held out my wine glass for a
wet and cool on my forehead.
More blows to his head. He tried to rise, his legs were kicked from
What must we do? Vesta asked. Palm of my hand.
again.
Indeed, I agreed. Something else about them. Theyre big enough to
And Im right before an open grave!