The Freak looks at us. “The best part of all of you is underground if you keep thinking those people define you. “Our grandparents were rotten seed. Kept secrets. Worshipped money. Pitted their kids against one another. But we aren’t them. We can break free.” She shakes her head. “Or you can, at least.” “And you’re just . . . dead,” Loretta says. “Yes.” “Do you know who killed you?” I ask. “Yes.” “Will they go to jail?” “I’m taking care of that,” The Freak says.
