Instead, my heart hits my throat, because Marta stabs that fucking doll before I even see the glint of a blade. There’s a collective exhale in the room that assures me I’m not the only one who was caught wildly off guard. Violet, the only one of us not surprised, gives Marta a bland look, as Marta slices the doll’s leg clean off. Marta immediately starts arguing animatedly, as though her crazy-bitch-switch is on overload tonight and freshly re-flipped. Violet just continues to stare at her, unimpressed, as the threads in the room come to life, and the leg is stitched up much quicker.
