There’s a knife on the counter, where he was cutting limes. I imagine grabbing it and sticking it in his chest. In and out, in and out. “Fucking Exorcist style!” Savvy shouts gleefully. The lamp in the corner is heavy enough to do some damage against his head. The pen near my fingers could probably go in his throat, if I put some muscle behind it. Or I could just put a pillow over his head while he’s sleeping tonight. “Bo-ring,” Savvy sings. “Lucy.” Ben leans forward, peering at me. “What are you thinking about, when you do that?” I snap. “I’m thinking about killing you,” I say.
