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“I hate him,” she said, “I hate him! And I’ll never be free until he really is buried in a hole six feet deep”

The words were so terrible, so unlike anything she’d ever peran to treathered her into her arms

“Oh, honey,” she crooned, “oh, Dawn…”

“I shouldn’t have said it I know that It’s wrong, to want someone dead, but—”

“It’s okay”

“It isn’t It’s not okay That’s an awful thing, to wish somebody—”

Cassie led Dawn to a chair “Sit down, honey I’ll get you so to drink”

“He did that, this afternoon,” Dawn said unsteadily “Theto drink”

“That’s what I said before” Cassie filled a glass ater and handed it to her “The guy’s an absolute knight in shining armor”

“It could be tin,” Dawn said, and h and a sob “But I admit, he was—he was very kind”

“Take a drink”

Dawn sipped at the water, then handed back the glass “Thank you”

“You’re welcome” Cassie paused “So, what’s his name?”

“Harman”

Cassie sht”