Cut and Thirst

by Margaret Atwood

“We want them to feel the hoofbeats of doom approaching. They should be made to suffer from the terror of anticipation.”

“No wonder people were afraid of old women, back in the witch-barbecue days,” says Myrna. “They’ve spent a lifetime festering.”

“There is no past. Or at least, not until you deal with stuff.”

Once a revenge got wound up and let loose, it had to be seen through to the end. Revenges could be inherited, they could be passed along, and this revenge had been passed along from Fern to the three of them.

Their respect for murderers is increasing: not so easy, this murdering business.

“Kill their dogs?” “No! You can’t!” Chrissy shrieks. She has tender views about animals.

anything but the animals lol

Mailing boxes of dog poo—no, too icky, says Chrissy, and dog poo is not that easy to find now that so many people are on board with poop ’n’ scoop.

=)))))

But you never know, he might be getting desperate.

^^

You blinked and turned your head, and former cafés, restaurants, and theaters had vanished just like that—swept away, almost as if there’d been a war.

Relatable.

“Karma’s a bitch,” says Leonie, “except sometimes it gets the wrong address.”

Murder as such is off the table, they agree. So is diarrhea, as it is too chancy.

Lol

In the end, they decide to case out the bookstores in Toronto and turn Humphrey’s books around on the shelves so that the spines face inward. That will serve him right!

:))