Leia Sedai

“I’ll tell ya what,” Mr. McCall said, lips slick with beef marrow, “I wouldn’t mind taking a crack at the animal once they catch him.” This man was a Christian. Mrs. McCall stood with a trained smile. “Who wants coffee with dessert?” “Give me twenty minutes alone in a room with him,” Brian agreed, in a ravenous, juicy way that churned my stomach. This became something of a Rorschach test over the years. There were men who cracked their knuckles while divulging to me what they would do to The Defendant if they got the chance, thinking this was somehow reassuring for me to hear. But all it did was make me realize that there wasn’t so big a difference between the man who’d brutalized Denise and half the men I passed every day on the street.”
― Jessica Knoll, Bright Young Women