Oh God oh God. They're dead and cold. And wet. And red.
I suppose I lost my temper a bit there.
She made it look so easy! Always breezing with a cheeky "Want to try something new? I just had the best idea, and I had to whip it up." Like it was an omelette with a different cheese.
And her notes were so clear, when I stole them. Like they were some other Sally, not the one who dresses so mod. Like some teacher's pet who took careful notes.
I don't remember what I did. No, that's a lie. I remember. They kept pushing my food around, and laughing and laughing. "My wife, I think I'll keep her," he said. I didn't know I was that strong.
She made it look so easy. Like she spent more time getting dressed than brewing her chemicals. She's not carefree at all. She's terrifyingly smart. I should have known. I should have guessed.