Kate is gone. Susan gets up, straightens her dress, and grins charmingly. It takes everything you have not to jump on her right then, furious that she just ate your best friend alive. Your mother is holding tight though, trying to reassure you. Unfortunately, it isn't helping.
"I...c-can't believe...you let her do that."
"Now, now. You may not know it yet, but there's something in you that would have done the same."
"Are you nuts! I'd never...NEVER do that!"
"Please, sweetie. You'll only make it harder on yourself.."
"NO! Kate's DEAD! I'm...I'm calling the cops! Let me GO!"
You start to thrash, suddenly amazed at how strong your mother seems to be. Her grip on you is like iron.
"I really wish you saw it differently, Mary. I do. But I...can't let you do that. I guess this is how it has to be, then."
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