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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 218 of 307 It felt like murder to me. Like I've said before, I have trouble with hurting of other people. I think it has to do with having suffered so much abuse from my sisters when I was young. Having your toenails ripped out of your feet has a way of forcing you to side with the underdogs for the rest of your life. Sadly, even though I was aching from a beating Dale had only given me a couple days ago, I couldn't help seeing him as a squashed bug right now. Just the way Sarah said. Drowning in poison. My people love to kill bugs. They love to hunt. Perhaps this problem that I have with killing is another of my tiny rebellions. They stomp spiders and I carry them outside on the end of a pencil or a book. I never think of them getting back in and biting me. I rarely get bitten. If this was murder would I be complicit? I sat down in the driver's seat to wait for the work to be done. There would be no need to run now. There would be no need for anything. I didn't know if I loved Sarah but I knew I could. I knew there was something here. I knew there was more here that I wanted to find out about. Could I love her after she killed her ex husband? Would she be acquitted. Battered wife syndrome and all of that? Juries had released women who had done worse. But I hadn't seen fear in her eyes. I had seen rage. She wasn't defending herself, she was squishing a bug. There's a big difference. |