“Excellent. Let’s do it.”
I began to wonder if Jacqueline had in fact hit Edith in the head before doing a runner. Just without the killing her and leaving her in a pool of her own blood part. Had she twatted her with a wedge heel, knocking some sense into her? Turned the dragon into a p***y cat?
“Great,” I said, deciding not to read too much into it. I didn’t have time for deliberation—I just had to make the most of this new, amenable, helpful Edith, until she disappeared and her lazy evil twin came out to play again.
As I outlined my idea, I found myself half-expecting to be shot down in flames, or laughed into the middle of next week. But all I got was agreement and acquiescence. After practically throwing the clipboard to the floor in my enthusiasm, I—with help from the seemingly ex
