Mr. Woods laughed deep in Violet’s throat, and a little black dirt came tumbling from her lips. “Oh, I will tear her apart. She will bleed and ache like me…I’ll grind her bones to bloody dust—” “Yes, but when?” Dina interrupted him. “Will it be soon, do you think?” The ghost seemed like he hadn’t heard her, but just kept making promises he clearly wasn’t about to keep. “…I’ll carve the heart right out of her chest and eat it with salt…I’ll slit her belly and dance with her intestines—” “That is all fine and good, but when do you expect this to happen?” Dina interrupted again.
