What a bunch of fools. They were showing support for an evil rotten bitch who had committed murder. If she had been a bastard instead of a bitch, she ...ould have been convicted and executed a long time ago. See what I mean about vaginas granting bitches special rights in the eyes of society? I waited with my rifle. When I saw the bitch, I aimed and fired. I shot her twice, just between the eyes. The bitch fell dead. I smiled and got out of there as fast as I could. I left South Africa and then. “What secret is that Kyle? You can tell me, it’ll be alright.” “Go on Kyle, she’s your mother. She deserves to know.” Full of embarrassment I look down. I can’t believe she’s actually going to force me to do this. A thought crosses my mind. I could tell Steph the truth about Amanda. About all the things she’s done to me. I could finally be free of her… I looked up at the both of them. Steph was waiting patiently for me to speak, while Amanda sat there with a sadistic grin on her face. I should. I have no idea where Lissa found the twenty-two-pound turkey that she insisted I was going to cook on the grill. The one we won in the racquetball tournament was less than half that size. Lissa found a recipe for the turkey that required that we press most of a bulb of garlic in slivers through slits in the skin then baste the bird with melted butter, orange juice, and whiskey. I had to get it in the oven before nine o’clock in the morning because it was going to cook there for three hours. The house is filling up with their stuff but the furniture they have doesn’t quite match the style of the place. She wonders if she will be able to replace it down the road. Adam is showing her the rooms – it looks nice enough, but it isn’t home and she wants to cry because she misses it already. ‘Stop sulking,’ he says to her when they are alone upstairs. ‘I did this for you, you know.’ ‘Taking me away from Seattle is the worst thing you could do,’ she says. ‘It isn’t,’ he says with that.