Chapter Seven
“You are not right in the head, are you?”
raised up from the pallet and looked across the cell, seeing the girl from the whipping post huddled before her, looking limp as a rag. She was such a small thing. So frail. Her wild mop of red hair overpowered her slight body.
“You?”
“Me? Yes, Eugenia. An’ you?” She spoke with only a slight accent, but one that was strangely familiar though couldn’t quite place it.
“I’m .”
“You were there, you saw it all, huh?” the girl wondered aloud, c*****g her head. Her face was quite pretty now that the thick make up had been worn away from all her crying.
“I did. You must have made the Madame very angry.”
“Ach! Madame always angry. Nasty b***h. Only when she makes love is she human.”
“And you’ve made love to her?”
She laughed. “Of c
