“Is
that wise?” I asked, unable to stop myself.
Mary
stopped, turning back to look at me. I could feel her tutting, even
if I couldn't hear it. “I don't think wisdom has a place in this
house at the moment,” she said, her voice heavy with resignation.
She let go of the door handle, taking a step toward me. “But I've
had enough,” she continued, and I could see it in her jaw. “Enough
of these things happening to us. Enough of feeling attacked by
things that go bump....” She paused, glancing at Oak. “Enough
of feeling like we've done something wrong. I don't know what's out
there in the hallway, but whatever it is, I'm ruddy well going to
give it a piece of my mind.”
She
turned back to the door, flung it open and stepped into the hallway.
“Oh!” I heard her exclaim with surprise.
