to set foot off this property except to go to school,
understand?"
"I will not permit the madness to give life to the
curse on this family. I will not permit it. I will fight it
now, fight it tooth and nail." she vowed, lifting her
right fist in the air.
She continued to look up at the ceiling. "You took my baby, but you will regret it," she
threatened. Whom was she threatening? God? Fate?
Me?
"Go to your room." she ordered, turned, and
walked back upstairs.
I went looking for Miguel instead and found
him in the library, sitting at the desk and sipping from
a glass of bourbon, the bottle beside him. He was
staring out the window, reminding me of Uncle
Linden. actually.
"Miguel?"
He turned slowly. "Oh, Hannah. I came
downstairs looking for you, wondering why you
hadn't come up to tell me about dinner, and Lila said
she heard you leave. You took Willow's car without
her permission or mine?"
"I just felt I had to get away for a while." "Your mother was very upset. She went to the
phone, and she called Mrs. Robinson, who told her
you and that boy had just left. Why did you do that.
Hannah? Why? Are you deliberately adding fuel to
the fire of her sorrow, my sorrow?"
"No, just the opposite."
"Just the opposite?" He shook his head. "You
have a funny way of doing just the opposite. Selfish.