“Who could love you, you witch?” she screamed, not caring if any children heard her, or if any doors were opened in puzzled curiosity and people stuck their heads outside, listening and watching. Tucking Bruiser under her arm like a squirming football, and squeezing him tightly, Anna cut across Lumbermill Drive until she hit the residential remains of Ewert Avenue, and kept running until the pain in her lungs would let her run no more, and she doubled over, her lungs straining for air, wheezing and sobbing in the cold darkness, “You didn’t have to kill her. You didn’t. How can I love you? You’re evil.” As she neared the abandoned Yablinski house, and the sewer plant beyond, Anna could hardly walk, could hardly take a breath deep enough to let her know how close to the sewer plant she real
