I shook my head. The momentary satisfaction wasn't worth the look on his face as he rose from his chair. Only two in the hospital, and none in a grave. I like more walls, doors, barriers.
Donna had a black eye. I don't remember thinking about it. I put my arm across his shoulders, one hand on his shoulder, holding him because I didn't want him to move away. Blood ran in streamers down his back, but he never cried out, never asked for mercy.
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