The Captive Condition by Keating Kevin P

Author:Keating, Kevin P. [Keating, Kevin P.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2015-07-07T07:00:00+00:00

Lorelei smirked. “What do you two know? You’re just a couple of dumb kids.”

“Maybe you’re the dumb one,” said Madeline. “You’re fat. Getting fatter by the day. Maybe we should stop feeding you. Or maybe you’ve been hunting on your own.” She turned to her sister. “See, she is a werewolf. Didn’t I tell you? She has the evil eye.”

“You girls watch too much TV,” Lorelei said.

“Evil eye! Evil eye!”

“If I was your father, I’d swat you for watching so much TV.”

“What’s wrong with TV?”

“It turns people into dummies,” Lorelei answered. “Fills their heads with silly ideas. Makes them think and say stupid things. Me, I never watch TV.”

“Yeah, because you don’t have one,” Sophie jeered. “You don’t have anything. You don’t have a mommy or a daddy.”

“That’s enough,” Lorelei mumbled.

“See, she’s just like us,” said Madeline. “She wants a mommy, too!”

“That’s enough, I said.”

“Aw, look, she’s tongue-tied,” Madeline continued. “She’s traumatized. She’s got issues. We learned all those fancy words from TV. We learn lots of good stuff from TV. You’re troubled. Emotionally disturbed. You need counseling, medication, around-the-clock psychiatric care.”

Lorelei leveled her eyes at Madeline and slapped her with enough force to knock her to the floor. “Why don’t you go home, you brat?” she said with a scowl. “Go home to your daddy. Go on, both of you.”

Sophie shrank from a face that seemed so suddenly unfamiliar to her, a nightmare mask distorted by uncontrollable rage. She should have known better than to be taken in by Lorelei’s counterfeit affection. “You can’t hit my sister!” she cried. With surprising agility she lunged across the mattress and managed to snatch the gun from Lorelei’s back pocket.

Lorelei screamed. “Don’t point that thing at anyone!”

Sophie ignored her and lifted the barrel so it lined up nicely with Lorelei’s heart, where all of the nastiness could be found. Hearts were known to explode from gunshot wounds, and there would be much blood, foul and black and bitter splashed against the faded wood.

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