Chapter 87
After several minutes, I move slowly towards the house. I walk through the gate, knowing that the back door will be open. It is.
"Who's there?" A voice calls. I don't answer. "Stay exactly where you are!" The voice says, panicked. "Don't move!" I walk to the closed door. "I'm armed!"
"You would be." I say calmly, opening the door and walking through.
She's hardly changed. The hair, the eyes, the mannerisms…
"Get out!" She screeches. The voice is the same, then.
"Hello to you too."
"Get out of my house!"
"Aren't you pleased to see me?" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"What?" She demands, stunned.
"It's been, what, eleven years? Well, that's what I thought. Noelle insists that it's twelve." I keep my tone conversational and light, enjoying seeing her squirm.
"What?" She demands again.
"Hasn't she grown?" I make my malice a little more evident.
"What?"
"Can you say anything else?"
"What?" I give a mock sigh.
"Apparently not."
"Get out of my house!"
"You know what, I don't think I will. I want something from you. Something that I'm not leaving without."
"You're getting nothing from me."
"I'm not leaving, then." She watches me, her furious hatred obvious.
"What is it that you want?" She says finally.
"Answers."