Consulting with Beth
By the time Beth reappeared, I had scrubbed the stains from our bedroom floor, cleaned up the trash, and changed the sheets on my bed. I brought my extra blanket down from a cabinet to use until I got a chance to wash everything. Completing basic tasks pacified me even more than my acts of revenge, though I replayed the scenes again and again in my brain while lying on my bed fingering the Torstein. Whether those two idiots would connect their misfortunes with their vile acts in my room, I could only guess. But it gave me a distinct feeling of accomplishment to recall the crunch of Zack’s teeth against the knuckles of my spirit. I had likely knocked at least one of them out.
I heard the lock turn and looked toward the door to the hall, a furtive smile playing on my l
