Welcome back to another Six Sentence Sunday installment. The tension edit on Girl Under Glass is almost complete and I'm feeling good about the book. (Of course, I'm also sleep deprived, so this could all be an hallucination. Oh, look! Pink elephants!) The following conversation between Rachel and her daughter follows the death of a friend in childbirth; the woman's husband, Michael, is to blame.
“Why didn’t Michael send Adam sooner?”
Because he’s an evil, misogynistic bastard who deserves to have his testicles diced. “I don’t know, Pearl, I really don’t know.”
“Didn’t he love her?
We passed through the gate and I shivered; I’d forgotten my shawl in Mary’s room. “No, I don’t think he did.”
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