George continued to stare at her.
“Get out!” she repeated, her eyes wary. “We’re quits, aren’t we? Don’t stand there looking at me. I’m not frightened of you.”
What’s the matter with me? George asked himself. Why am I feeling like this? I’m not still in love with her. I hate her.
“I wouldn’t have done this if you’d let Leo alone,” he said in a small voice. “Animals are so helpless. I suppose that’s why I like them.”
She got to her feet, an ugly expression in her slate-grey eyes. “What are you drivelling about?”
“I want you to know why I’ve done this.”
“Done what?” she asked sharply.
“You see, you might do an awful lot of harm if you were allowed to go on and on. It’s got to stop, Cora. I can’t trust you any more,” and he turned to the door and threw it open. “Will you come in, please?”
Emily and Max walked in. The two Greeks followed them. Nick slid across the room to the window, while Poncho closed the door and set his back against it.
Cora’s hand flew to her mouth. “No!” she screamed, and her eyes rolled up, so that only the whites showed.