“Make her wallow! She’s a pig, Dave! Teach her a lesson!” More water tumbled over her shivering body. “Wallow, Nikki!” Dave said. “I’m sorry, Dad.” “Wallow!” On one occasion, as she tried to lift herself, Nikki’s fingertips felt frozen shards of ice. It was the depth of winter. The mud puddle of the wallowing hole was frozen at its edges. She was all but sure she’d get pneumonia and die. Dying, she thought, is the only way out of what is happening to me.
