*But even the pleasantry comes out different: low, from her throat, and her eyes are fixed on the sleeping couple as if Evan isn't even in the room. In the next instant the woman joins her husband, only she's upside-down, dangling by one ankle, wisps of hair trailing on the hardwood floor. Red, maybe, or brown, it's hard to tell in the darkness.
The screams are gratifying, and she has to raise her voice to be heard over them.*
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Date: 2011-06-22 12:57 pm (UTC)*But even the pleasantry comes out different: low, from her throat, and her eyes are fixed on the sleeping couple as if Evan isn't even in the room. In the next instant the woman joins her husband, only she's upside-down, dangling by one ankle, wisps of hair trailing on the hardwood floor. Red, maybe, or brown, it's hard to tell in the darkness.
The screams are gratifying, and she has to raise her voice to be heard over them.*
Get the light.