Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that–that school–and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she really was–a freak!
I preferred my sister alive, rather than in small bloodless sections. Lovely, almost human of me. Now that was settled: What next?
And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.
Nick: I don’t have a vagina.
Patient: You can take mine.
Jess: I heard that, sister.
Patient: True that.
My sister puts up a front so people won’t know how vulnerable she really is. Me? I put up a front so people won’t know how vulnerable I’m not.