lice looked at him, knowing her face was pale and her eyes wet and hating him for what he had done to her and what he had done to the aliens. But she felt fear, too, because she had never seen him quite like this.
"What are you going to do?"
He went over, took down a box of shells from the cupboard. "What d'you suppose? I'm goin' to run that thing off my place."
"You can't do that!"
"You wait and see."
"But he's done nothing to you!"
"He's on my property, ain't he? Now you get on upstairs like I told you. Git!"
Alice went up the stairs engulfed by a feeling of sorrow for the aliens, particularly for the one that would never get his hand back, and filled with fury for her husband.
From her bedroom window she could see the alien still standing in the yard and she wondered what he would think of them for burning the hand and for what Mac was about to do.