Voyage of the Damned

by Frances White

But then he had left, hadn’t he? I showed him what I was; then he left. And now he’s replaced me with some skinny blonde who can barely whisper her own name. What did she give him that I could not? Which part of me is lacking?

I hadn’t realized that loyalty did not just mean sending fish and saying prayers. Loyalty also meant hate. Indiscriminate, unquestioning hate.

She’s cutting off the weak to save the strong. No, not even that. Cutting off the poor to save the rich.