“You did other things. Lots of disgusting things. You're a monster!”
He sat up. “Don't you call me that!”
“What? A monster?” I said. “You're sick. You took a page out of de Sade's book. Add a little n*********a, and we have you,” I finished.
“You'll never guess what I went to school for,” he said.
“To be a mortician,” I said. I knew this. He probably didn't know I knew this. “You were kicked out because you were caught doing things to the body of some old woman.”
He snickered, head bent down.
“Your mother always protected you. From the moment that she realized you weren't right. She should have taken you to see a shrink, but she didn't. She could have had an appointment for the next hour, too. You both should be locked up in padded cells.”
“My mother loves me. She wouldn't do that t
