Theodosia felt her body slipping into the chair and leaning nearer. She wanted justice. She leaned close to Lethe’s body, her hands on the edge of the table beside Lethe’s hands. She was shut into a complete stillness and she was mingled with Lethe’s anger and hate.
“Ross,” she said.
“Lou. I’ll rip her open. I’ll stab inside.”
“Did Ross bring Lou to see you? ‘You see how it is with me,’ he said. Did he ever?”
“Oh, I’ll kill her. She knows. She ought to know.”
“‘I brought her here so’s you’d see for yourself,’ he said.”
“Oh, I’ll kill. Afore day, I will.”
“‘She’s out at the gate to wait for me. I brought her here so’s you’d see. For yourself.’”
“Oh, God, I aim to kill. He knows I mean what I say.”
“Kill Ross. Who’s he to go free?”