Chapter 70

“He grabs me, the husband, the creep, and throws me, and he throws her. I lunge for him. I tried…I hope I tried. I think I tried.” He wiped the tear from Milo’s cheek that wasn’t Milo’s. “He drags me, and I’m pulling away, but he’s always catching me. There must have been words, right? There must have been, but I don’t remember any. I know he’s taking me to the kitchen. And sure enough, we end up there. And, also…also sure enough, the knob is turned on…the stove is.

“He’s looking, throwing things, searching to find just the right tool. And I’m pulling, but maybe, because if I’m there, he won’t go after her, for once, I’m not trying to get away as hard as I could. He’s strong, the creep, and he knocks me down and yanks down my pants. He flips out. Flips the frick right out. He is madder than I have ever seen him. Ever! He goes for the…the potato masher thing that time. You seen one of those?”

“Yeah,” Milo whispered.

“You know what one looks like?”