“You know that bullet through your skull is sounding more appealing all the time,” she snapped spitefully. As if she could actually put a bullet through anyone’s skull.
“There, there now, Miss Atherton. You’d better watch what you say. You never know who might be listening.”
Listening? Who cared if someone were listening? “Well then, I think it’s time we parted ways—again. See ya around.”
At that point she strode away, though it seemed like a clumsy effort rather than the flamboyant statement she hoped to make.
By one am Violet had returned to the boarding house and was sitting on the front stoop having her first cigarette of her life—it was that kind of night. Her neighbor Norma who was just coming off her shift at the county hospital had stopped to offer her the smoke and then joined
