"Yeah, saw it in the mushroom girl's head, and—" The swaying of the trailers in the whipping wind swallows the words in her throat, and Mary Grace jumps backward, throwing herself behind Patrice instead of taking his hand. Oh, were they doing a baby chain? Because Mary Grace is pretty sure you were just trying to protect her.
"Gonna fuckin' kill this kid," she mutters through gritted teeth.
MEMORY: Practice
"Gonna fuckin' kill this kid," she mutters through gritted teeth.