Karen went toward the painting of Glenn like someone sleepwalking. Then, in a spasm of violent, uncontrollable anger, she plunged the points of the scissors into the canvas and ripped it open.
When she saw the results of her action and her brain started to spell out just what she'd done, she was appalled.
"Well," Glenn asked, "have you got me out of your system?"
Out of her system? "Dear heaven" Karen thought, "I've got you so much into my system that you're part of the very blood runing through my veins."
When she saw the results of her action and her brain started to spell out just what she'd done, she was appalled.
"Well," Glenn asked, "have you got me out of your system?"
Out of her system? "Dear heaven" Karen thought, "I've got you so much into my system that you're part of the very blood runing through my veins."
