‘I don’t think I killed him,’ said Hip and added, ‘yet.’
‘I can’t tell you to kill him,’ Janie whispered.
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Yes, I know.’
She said, ‘It’s the first time the twins ever touched him. It was very brave. He could have burned out their brains in a second.’
‘They’re wonderful. Bonnie!’
‘Ho.’
‘Get me a knife. A sharp one with a blade at least so long. And a strip of black cloth, so-by-so.’
Bonnie looked at Janie. Janie said, ‘What—‘
He put his hand on her mouth. Her mouth was very soft. ‘Sh.’
Janie said, panicked, ‘Bonnie, don’t—‘