“It’s rusted shut!”“Get out of the way!“ shouted Bernadette, who was still holding the hammer. She attacked the hasp, beating at it with all...her strength.“Stop!“ shouted Johnnie Sue. She had to yell twice more before it penetrated Bernadette’s enraged brain.“All you did was bend the ring!” shouted Johnnie Sue. She stared at the “D” ring, which was now bent sideways, folded over the hasp. It was obvious that the hasp couldn’t move now.Bernadette dropped the hammer and sat down on the ground,. "Yes, and writers and words." As if you were any better than them, Marquis."Yes, as if I, or her, or anyone walking down the street were any better.As I said, we talked much about writing, and it wasn't only once that we discussed endings. "I hate stories which are left open. Kill the main character! It's better than not having him say yes or no."One of the last conversations I had with her was about writing."I think I'll stop writing, Athena."She turned to me, surprised. "But why?" I don't. I realized that they are very close, bit too much as sometimes they use to tease each other saying, ye pagal hai and all and once Shilpi Bhabhi smacked Hemant in front of me for his teasing reply. Well it was not at all my concern so I never reflected that I am judging them and behaved casually with zero expressions after few more months of working, suddenly on one fine day our friendly relation turned around. I remember it was Sunday, boss was not in town. I came to office to watch a movie, I. My mind was sharp but my body slumped.Linda took my face in her hands. "Bridget," she said quietly, when did you feed last?" I'm okay," I promised.She rolled up her sleeve. "No you're not. Bridget, you need to be on top of your game here." Sue knelt on the other side of me, her arm held out also. "Shhhhhh," Linda soothed me as I tried to protest. "We trust you completely." Both women's arms were steady, as steady as the gaze they leveled at me.Taking Linda's arm, I bent my head. The pulse just.