There must have been a half-dozen girls my age or even younger, some little more than children. They were treated like pets and fed sweetmeats and tid...its." She went to the window and the morning light set her unruly hair aflame, turning its loose strands and endless loops to fiery gold, a sparkling nimbus, a cascade of incandescent lava. "It was André's party. He was likely the oldest one there." He's a dangerous man, macushla. Y'danced, eh?" Billy sat down, resisting his desire to hug the. Her tears subsided, she wiped her cheeks with the backs of her wrists, then, pouting very obviously and sighing loud and often, she crossed her arms over her chest and settled down in her corner, determined to watch the movie and totally ignore Billy, no matter what!If he could treat her like this, she could treat him even worse! She could ... well, she could ... she didn’t know what she could do to get even with him, but she began to think hard about the problem.If Billy told stories about her. The chef presses against me from behind. His arms lock around my waist and hold me in place.The woman pulls me up. I gasp for breath, the taste and smell of soap much stronger now.I can feel my hair wet against my head, ruffled at the back where she seized it, and slick at the front and sides. The little curtains are stuck to my cheeks, and my long fringe is in my eyes. It is low enough in its soaked state for me to be distantly proud of how straight it still is.My sweet bob. It is still. "Well, what do you think?" I asked Sally."I think this is what you wanted. But you told him you wanted to be there. Is that necessary?" Yes. Absolutely. I want to be the last one he sees and I want him to know why it is about to happen to him." Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?" Yes. I'll even supply the rag for his mouth." I don't think I want to watch that," she said, looking unhappy about my intent."I'm not thrilled about the idea either, but it must be done. Hurley would.