For there she was.
Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left.
I felt a little pop and my blood flashed in the rig. I sent it home.
So that it might be finished,
so that I might feel less alone,
I could only hope there would
be many, many spectators on
the day of my execution and
that they would greet me with
cries of hatred.
she hadn’t. “But obviously you’re dying to tell me.” said Claire.