“Tell
me now,” Mary demanded accusingly, holding her blade at Oak's
throat, “Once and for all, is this your doing?”
“Mary!”
I exclaimed, utterly flummoxed by her actions. “What on earth do
you think you're doing?”
“Quiet!”
she commanded, flashing me a look.
That's
when I knew something had gone seriously amiss. There was a glint in
my wife's eye I'd never seen before, not in all our years of
marriage. It was something that I knew, quite instinctively, wasn't
her. Something that made my blood run cold with dread.
“Mary,”
I pleaded, despite myself, “Try to take a deep breath and think
about what you're doing.”
“I
said quiet,” she replied, waving the knife at me for a moment. I
stepped back, the shock of it taking control of my legs. She
returned her attention to Oak. “Well?” she demanded once more,
“Speak.”
