Karen couldn’t have cared less about anything. Except it was fun to torment roommate Lydia with…or, Karen smirked, should she say without…the amputated leg.
Soft shadows from the sunlight passing through the leaves outside danced across the floor.
Karen couldn’t have cared less.
The plaintive, heartbreaking cry of a child could be heard in the hall.
Lydia stopped weeping for long enough to ask, “Who are you calling a stupid brat?”
Karen smirked again. “Not you, gimp! At least not this time…”
Some cop came in with a look of absolute disdain for the donut he was eating. “Anyone know where I can get a jelly donut?” Then he gave Karen a sharp look, mumbling something about “the crazy blonde,” before he approached with a pasted-on smile. “Good afternoon, young lady, Officer Grover Sanders here, at your service with some very good news for you today.”
Karen eyed him suspiciously. Despite the smile, something in his eyes and body language suggested he was there to get something from her rather than give her anything. But she went along while he made his way through some preliminaries like confirming her name and a home address she’d all but forgotten at this point.
“So,” continued Officer Grover Moore, “it seems the individual you allegedly assaulted with a scalpel has…suddenly and miraculously, one might add…decided to drop the charges.”
“You look puzzled. You…” He trailed off. Karen shivered. Something in the stillness of the air reminded her of a lion about to pounce on its prey. “You don’t happen to have a friend named Marie?”