“I dismissed it myself, but think, Anna, it’s the only way—especially when you figure what that thing of hers can do. Please, Anna, don’t think it makes you—”
“Makes me what?” Anna found herself hyperventilating, struggled to catch her breath. “Any less than human?” she hissed into the phone as she tried to stop herself from ripping the receiver out of the booth and flinging it right into the middle of the traffic on Ewert Avenue.
Images, fragments of sound and sight, floated into her line of inner vision:.
Mouth butt-sniffing Bruiser, until Ma gave the saggy-bellied tiger a swat on her rear.
Ma, trotting confidently down a street lit by neither moonlight nor street lamps, unerring in her surefootedness.
Bruiser trying to wash his privates, bent double at the middle. but unable to rea
