Next, Letha’s pushing Jennifer through that doorway, taking her place just as another knife comes in at high speed. It’s thrown hard enough when it hits Letha’s shoulder that it splashes out at her collarbone. “No, no!” Jennifer says, reaching back to hold Letha up. “You’ve—you’ve got a daughter! A husband! A life! It should be me!” She pushes Letha back into the kitchen, steps into the doorway to… she has no fucking idea: to stall Dark Mill South for two seconds? Letha pulls Jennifer back, though.
This would be a great scene if the blocking were at all coherent.
