Sorry for vanishing for two days. On Friday, the internet for all of my town went out. Like, all town. No phone, no internet, no cable TV. It was a bit of a nightmare for me, as I had to look up and print directions for Saturday. On Saturday… I had to go up to Liverpool because a short play of mine is in a festival and I had to meet directors.
Why yes, this is real. It’s very real and scary and terrifying because I’m just someone who says silly things on the internet. And saying that…
When the last policeman had wandered away, the last emergency vehicle driven off, the summer silence settled over the house.
… no. No. No. No. Things do not work that way. Anita would have to undergo some sort of trial. It has to be proven that it was self-defence. That is how the legal system works. The police cannot just accept that those men ended up dead and it’s all just a tragic accident. Anita has to prove it was self-defence in court. She can’t just say it was and walk away.
Anita sighs how she’ll never get the blood out of the floor. Since she thinks that cold water and a prayer will work, I think that’s just because she’s useless around the house. She also sighs that she’ll have to tell Rafael Igor died and Claudia was injured. Not that she refers to them by name. That would imply she respects anyone.
Nathaniel starts to clean up while Anita sits and whimpers in the corner.
I’m starting to get real tired by all these sequences where ‘Anita sits and contemplates what a monster she’s become and is horrified by staring into the abyss of her soul’. They happen a few times every book after another atrocity. The problem is that Anita’s committed so many atrocities, killed so many people, done so many awful things that I don’t buy that it effects her like the same time she committed an atrocity. It’s just another way that Anita is such a static character. She doesn’t change. She behaves exactly the same no matter what happens. She has absolutely no development.
Anita shakes and whimpers like a seal. Nathaniel offers a hug, Anita refuses. He then grabs and shakes her. She asks him to let her go, and he just shakes her even more.
He was supposed to be safe, and now he wasn’t. He was becoming a person, not just a submissive mess, and it hadn’t occurred to me until just this moment that I might not like everything that Nathaniel would grow into.
I’d be angrier except this just is more proof about what I’ve been saying about Nathaniel the whole damn time. He’s getting ready to boil her head in a bucket and steal all her money.
Micah comes into the room and I am given the wonderful treat of hearing how he is feminine but also an uber male because you can’t be feminine because that’s icky but you should be like Anita who is wonderful and perfect and you should all live in the gender binary! Micah wants to know what’s wrong.
I don’t know, the fucking massacre that happened, that’s what’s wrong. For a start.
“We had a disagreement.”
Nathaniel stiffened then, his whole body reacting to what I’d said. He turned slowly around until he looked up to me with those flower-colored eyes. “That wasn’t fair, Anita. I’ve never disagree with you in anything.”
- (intransitive) To not agree (harmonize).
- John disagreed with Mary frequently.
- (informal usage) I disagree that this will work.
- (intransitive) To not agree (conform, correspond).
- My results consistently disagree with yours!
- (intransitive) To not agree (suit).
- A burrito disagreed with me.
Nathaniel and Anita did not agree about whether he should stop physically assaulting her. That is, by every definition given here, a disagreement.
Anita says she’s sorry for being assaulted –
– and Nathaniel wants to know just why she won’t trust him.
Oh, I wonder why, Mister Assualter.
Anita says that she must fight everyone, for she is the poor little baby who had a really great family life with lots of people who loved her, and Nathaniel finds this so moving he cries. They hug.
He smelled of vanilla, like always. I was never sure whether it was soap, cologne, or just him.
It’s not him. No one smells naturally of vanilla.
Micah then joins the hug, because… rapists like hugs too. Nathaniel and Micah start purring, even though a human throat just can’t do that. I don’t care that they’re wereleopards. The human throat cannot purr like a feline throat. We have not evolved to purr. I thought a biologist who prides herself on realism would know this.
Then they all cry.
You see that bit on the right? That’s how much of this book that I have left. This should have been completely removed from the book! It adds nothing and does nothing! This book is far too damn long and nothing happens!