"I was up," Joseph said. "I thought it was a meteorite. Damn!" He stamped his small foot.
Sealilly grinned thinly. "Laura went with him."
Joseph's face whitened. "Laura? Damn him! Damn her too."
"You always hated her," said Sealilly, taking the bottle out of his pocket and sucking it. "She was too normal for you to stomach, I guess."
"I would've got him if he hadn't run away like a yellow dog," Joseph said. "The stingbats would have done it if she hadn't interfered. And then this morning I had him, too." He was thoughtful for a moment. "Who do you suppose tipped him off?"
And he watched his father's pasty face.
"Who?"
Sealilly laughed.
"All right," Joseph hissed. "I'll get you for that. You wanted to get rid of me, I'll bet. But you got rid of her instead."
But Sealilly continued to laugh, inside, because this was almost as good as getting rid of Joseph, having Laura out of his clutches at last.